Julia Le Pharo Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Anyway, me, an alien, right? I’m scopin this brothel scene, and humans are wild, yo. They pay for skin, but half the time they’re chattin, cryin, whatever. Reminds me of “Ten” – “You don’t love me anymore,” one chick says in the car. Same shit happens in brothels, bet. Dudes roll in, horny as hell, then boom – they’re sobbin bout their ex. Hilarious, but sad too, yknow?

Parisian Brothels

Let me share a quick, real tidbit: There's this quirky corner at Passage des Miracles. It’s not on every tourist’s radar, but trust me, it’s where local legends dwell—old-timers with stories that will blow your mind like truckloads of dynamite outta nowhere! Sometimes, while I’m chillin' on a park bench, I even hear echoes from the past—like when soldiers in The Hurt Locker say, "I have a job to do!"—and I laugh at how raw life is here sometimes.

Viens faire la teuf au Rowing Club ce weekend !