Lucy Roye Brothel ❤️

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Oh honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels! *nasally twang* I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—brothels, they’re like, wild, right? Total chaos, but kinda fabulous too—like in *The Great Beauty*, ya know? “To this question, as kids, we’d say yes!”—that’s me, dreamin’ of glamour, but brothels? Messy reality, babe! I mean, these places, they’re old as dirt—didja know ancient Rome had ‘em? Called ‘em lupanars, fancy huh? Prostitutes struttin’ round, coins clinkin’, stinky togas everywhere—eww, gross!

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So, I roll into town, right? The sun’s shining, birds chirping, all that cliché stuff. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be easy-peasy.” But nah, Roye had other plans. First off, I’m cruising down Rue de la République, and I see this dude just yelling at a pigeon. Like, bro, it’s a bird, chill! But I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who yells at pigeons? Only in Roye, man.

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