Aria Forbach Brothel ❤️

About Nantes

Walkin’ through, it’s like Apichatpong’s movie—time’s all loopy. One room’s loud, next one’s quiet. “Do you remember your dreams?”—I’m quotin’ the movie now—feels like what you’d ask a client leavin’ a brothel. Dreamy, surreal, maybe a lil’ sad. I’m gettin’ emotional here! Once heard ‘bout a brothel in Amsterdam where the girls unionized—got health benefits! I was shocked, like, go girls! Power to ‘em!

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Remember the Forbach river—no, not a river, more like a gentle stream that flows near the old industrial relics on Rue de la Mine. It’s not huge, but it’s intimate. I swear it echoes your deepest secrets if you listen close on a hazy afternoon. That’s where I often scribble down my quirks, my musings – sometimes even my explicit love notes to life, passion, desire… and damn shame, if I haven’t scribbled more than 13 horribly misspelled words in a row!

Time Out for Bach