Avery L'estaque Brothel ❤️

About Lille

Now, brothels, they’re a curious beast, ain’t they? Been ‘round since forever—fact is, ol’ Pompeii had ‘em, stone beds an’ all, preserved like a pirate’s treasure map. Makes ye wonder, eh? Them Romans, randy sods, scratched dirty doodles on walls—little known tidbit that tickles me noggin. Imagine Amélie there, “skippin’ stones o’er fate,” trippin’ o’er some lusty centurion’s sandals—cracks me up, it does!

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

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