Elise Berre L'etang Brothel ❤️

About Lyon

Oh, and get this—brothels got “insurance loopholes” galore. One claimed “theft” when a john stole a chandelier—wtf? Who does that? Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe, but I’d bet my cane it’s true. Sarcasm’s my shield here—keeps me sane. “We’re not responsible for lost souls,” I tell ‘em, quotin’ my own twisted *Moonrise* vibe. They glare, I laugh—deal with it.

So, Berre-l'Etang, it’s a mixed bag of grit and charm, y’know? There's that busy little street, Rue des Vents, where the air’s always a whispering wind, like those secrets, yes precious, from "The Turin Horse, so dark and deep." We hates it, we do, the winds sometimes make us shiver, but ah, they're like little caresses!

Figure 1. Stations HTM-NET et Météo-France dans l'étang de Berre et...