Abigail L'estaque Brothel ❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Me, I’d be awful in a brothel. “Homer, pick a girl!” Uh, duh, I’d panic, probly ask for a sandwich instead. "The air is heavy," like Claire says - that’s me, sweatin, fumblin coins. Marge’d kill me anyway! Ha! But seriously, it’s a weird world, brothels. Sex, cash, secrets - all mixed up. Makes ya think, don’t it? D’oh!

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

A glimpse into the uncanny world of robot-made fine art