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But yo, it pisses me off—some dudes treat it like a game, no respect. Girls in there, some forced, some choosin’, all grindin’. I’m like, “Why we judgin’?” Society’s fake as hell, pointin’ fingers. “You’re a mistake,” Brandon’s sister sings—damn, that hits. Brothels expose us, raw truth, no mask. I’m hyped tho—freedom in that chaos, no rules, pure hustle. Ain’t no corporate cage, just skin and soul.

LE BORDEL DE LA POÉSIE DE LODEVE

We spend a couple of hours catching up with someone Anne had not seen in over 25 years. Lodève, France “This way to the brothel” – Ephesus.

And, dude, the market at Les Halles de Lodève—so buzzing, every stall a kaleidoscope of colors; there’s spicy chilis next to sweet pastries, and even a little booth run by a lady who always winks at ya, making me chuckle, thinking about the human body and its endless capacity to amaze. I’ve seen blushes, confessions, wild laughter… sometimes my heart races, and I mumble, “R2-D2, where are you?” when I'm overwhelmed!

Fig. 1. Map showing the Late Carboniferous to Late Permian Variscan...