Claire Cavaillon Brothel ❤️

About Toulouse

What gets me mad? The hypocrisy! Politicians preachin’ purity, then sneakin’ in back doors. Seen it in movies, seen it in life. Brothels don’t lie—they just are. “A single strike decides all,” like in *The Assassin*. One choice, bam, you’re in. No fakin’ it there. That rawness? I dig it. Surprises me how honest it feels compared to suits and ties.

Roman Arch

I stroll past the iconic Cavaillon Cathedral; it's a gem, proper historic. And then there's the park – oh, the Parc des Platanes – where elderly locals chat like old pals. I sometimes venture there when I need a breather, listening to the river Sorgue gurgle like it's humming a lullaby. Not to mention my favourite little café on Place Clémenceau – though it's a shambles on a rainy day, the vibe is unbeatably cozy.

Why Cavaillon, France Town Calls Itself The Melon Capital Of The World