Emilia Berre L'etang Brothel ❤️

About Nantes

But then—ugh—this creepy dude was all, “How much, babe?” and I’m like, ew, gross, get lost! Made me so mad, I could’ve thrown my SKIMS at him. Did you know, tho, brothels been around forevs? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—fancy, right? And get this: some had secret tunnels for VIPs! Imagine Kanye sneaking in—lol, as if!

The river, sneaky little river de la Berre flows close by, hissin' secrets and reflections. I sometimes do my stretches there, on a shady bank near the old dock. Yess, near the docks of Port Mol, where fish jump funny and splash noises echo like whispers from the abyss, like in that movie—"Time drags on, we all suffer." Blah, blah, so deep and curse-like, hee hee.

My village in 2030