Ella L'isle Sur La Sorgue Brothel ❤️

About Lyon

Brothel’s this grubby little hole, right? Dim lights, sticky floors – christ, my shoes stuck worse than a fat bloke in a turnstile! Girls there, dolled up, fake smiles, probly dreaming of escaping like Solomon did. “You have no right!” – that’s me yelling in my head at the punters, bunch of sweaty wankers. Makes me angry, it does – not the girls, nah, they’re just surviving. It’s the creeps who keep this shite alive.

True, things ain't always perfect. I get pissed off sometimes when it rains, slippin' on those slick stone pathways. But then, man, the smell after rain is like fresh hope – a real pick-me-up. I often think, life here is a patchwork of moments – some wild, some tender. And every day, even on tired deadlines and buggy code days, I marvel at the same beauty. Like, what a paradox, right?

Treasure Island