Zoe Peronne Brothel ❤️

About Marseille

So, picture this—grimy walls, dim lights, lasses in skimpy gear. Been around forever, brothels have. Back in Pompeii, they found one—Lupanar, they called it—walls scratched with rude Latin grafitti from blokes braggin bout their “conquests.” Mental, right? Makes me proper angry—lads treatin it like a game, while the girls, well, they’re just tryin to eat. “Where’s the glory in that?” as Malick’d say.

The brothels of Paris: where high society took its leisure

Grrr, sometimes I get mad at how understated Peronne is. I mean, c'mon, ya got hidden secrets everywhere! But then, that raw, no f***s-given vibe makes it all cool. I mean, who wants a perfect place anyway, eh? Real life is messy and fun.

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