Julia L'isle D'abeau Brothel ❤️

About Nice

You ever hear ‘bout Victorian brothels? They had secret codes—red curtains meant “busy,” green was “open.” Sneaky, yo! I’m laughin’, picturin’ some stiff-ass lord knockin’, all nervous. Brothel’s a movie itself, Pan’s Labyrinth with no fairies—just real shit. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. What you think, fam? It’s chaos, pure Kanye chaos!

I always say, "The lives of others reveal our own secrets!" – and yeah, that's straight outta my fave movie, The Lives of Others. It hits different here too – like every alley hides a story, like every backdoor has a secret rendezvous. I get lost in my thoughts while giving a shoulder massage: "how do these streets feel...you know, soulfully alive?"

Fig. 1. Molecular structure of DAS and DADS.