Fatima Saint Chamas Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Brothels, man, they’re like… hidden gyms! Not for lifting weights, nah, but for pumpin’ somethin’ else, ya get me? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Lost in Translation,” my fave flick – Sofia Coppola, 2003, pure gold! Bob Harris, he’s lost in Tokyo, right? Feelin’ all lonely, stuck in a fancy hotel bar. Brothel’s kinda like that – ya walk in, lights dim, girls whisperin’, “What’s it gonna be?” Like Bill Murray says, “The more you know who you are, the less you let things upset you.” Deep, eh? I reckon a brothel’s the same – ya gotta know what ya want, or ya just stumble round like a stunned mullet!

Prestations

Finally, he shows up, all flustered. Turns out he got lost. In Saint-Chamas! It’s not that big, man! Just follow the canal or something. Anyway, we start talking, and he’s all over the place. One minute he wants to be a chef, the next a pilot. I’m like, “Bro, pick a lane!”

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