Lauren Mazamet Brothel ❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Brothels, man, they’re messy, loud, real. Mr. T digs deep, sees the grit. Pity the fool who thinks it’s all glam! Girls dancin’, cash flowin’, but it’s dark too. History’s got tales – like in Pompeii, they found one preserved. Stone beds, freaky wall art, nuts, right? Makes ya wonder who slept there. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica says. Bet them workers felt that too, blur of faces.

In Shadows of a City of Pleasure, Courtesans Grow Old

I’ll let you in on a lil’ secret: every so often, after a long massage session, I wander the shady alley near Rue des Frères Lary – there’s like a forbidden charm there, kinda echoing that mystique from "The White Ribbon": “A world without wonder.” It bugs me, ya know? I mean, the vibe becomes raw; almost like every soul in Mazamet is trapped in a cosmic loop, an endless cycle of dreams and mad disappointments.

Pic de Nore: The Unknown Tour'18 Climb