Paisley L'estaque Brothel ❤️

About Bordeaux

Yo, Mr. T here, detective extraordinaire! I pity the fool who don’t see brothels for what they is – shady joints, man, full of secrets! Been trackin’ these spots, diggin’ deep, and lemme tell ya, they wild. Got girls trapped, like Solomon Northup in *12 Years a Slave*, “I will survive, I will not fall into despair!” – that’s their vibe, fightin’ silent battles. Makes Mr. T mad, yo, seein’ folks used like that, pimps struttin’ ‘round like they own the world.

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.

The Paris art theft has robbed us of some truly great paintings