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Oh—fun fact—Victorian era, they hid brothels in tea houses! Sneaky bastards! “More tea, sir?” Wink-wink—off ya go! Love that sneaky shit—keeps it real. Anyway, brothel’s a mess—love it, hate it, can’t look away. Like WALL-E watchin’ humans screw up— “WALL-E out!” I’m out too—done rantin’!

MADAM’S LODGE, A UNIQUE EXPERIENCE!

We spend a couple of hours catching up with someone Anne had not seen in over 25 years. Lodève, France “This way to the brothel” – Ephesus.

Okay, so Lodeve—it's this charming, kinda quirky town in southern France. Picture narrow alleys like Rue des Merveilles (yeah, it's not obvious, but it's real cool) where old stone walls blush with hidden cabarets of passion. Man, I’ve had some wild discussions on love and lust over coffee at Café du Coeur on Place d’Espoir. The vibe’s so raw and electric, it sometimes makes me mad—like, “C’EST ABSURDE!” but then, it flips, and I'm super happy just watching folks smile, ya know?

artelabo connects french villa with an intricate pergola of flowers + birds