Fatima Cleon Brothel ❤️❤️

About Toulouse

I go near brothel, hear moans, like music, “She doesn’t know who I am!” – from movie, so true! Girls there, wow, big boobs, wobbly, make me happy, but angry too – why no stove for me to fix? I think, “Borat, you no touch, just look!” – self-control, very hard, like steel pipe, haha! One girl, she wink at me, I blush, “Very nice!” Surprise me, she say, “Fix my heater, big boy?” – brothel need stove-maker, who knew?!

Come and Explore

In becoming doubles of Antiochus and his daughter, Cleon and Dionyza now fit, perhaps too snugly for comfort, into this paradigm. Like the fisherman, the common people in the brothel at .

Real talk: even the traffic on Rue d’Ange, buzzing and clashing against the calm river, makes me laugh and wonder about our human connections. I get lost in a thousand thoughts – cut off mid-sentence, as my brain races faster than a runaway tram. Life here is a constant remix, all rhythms and pauses, like Godard said, “The more you know, the less you understand.”

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