Ella L'estaque Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Still, brothels got that edge, y’know? Like, imagine Władysław Szpilman playin’ piano in one—ha! “I’m alive, I’m alive!” he’d say, ticklin’ them keys while the girls strut by. Total chaos, total genius. I’d be there, sippin’ a martini, judgin’ the vibes—‘cause Fran don’t miss a beat, hon. Ooh, but the smell—prolly stale perfume and desperation, ew! Makes my nose twitch just thinkin’ ‘bout it.

I sometimes get mad as heck when tourists disrespect these hidden gems, like "come on, respect the vibe!" Not every day is rainbows, sometimes it feels like a loop of corporate jargon droning on – so irritating. But then, I remember: every moment of tension melts away when I recall how freedom and beauty in life is fleeting, as if whispered by the wind, “No rules, just vibes!”

'After him, who?' | Georges Braque