Taylor Albert Brothel ❤️

About Nantes

Sarcasm time—oh, such a noble trade, screwing for scraps. Still, beats kissing Tywin’s boots. “Lobby boy!” I’d yell, like Gustave, but at some trembling wench. Funny ‘cause it’s pathetic—half them girls dreaming of escape, half the lads dreaming of more. Disorderly? Good—my head’s a mess, brothels are worse. Spill wine, spill secrets, spill blood—same diff. You’d love it or loathe it, but you’d not forget it. Now sod off—I’m done.

Brothel : Mustang Ranch and its women

Yo, I've seen all sorts of characters on these streets – couples meetin’ on Pont de l’Espoir though its structure is ancient and creaky, but dang it, romantic as hell! I can't help but laugh, thinkin’ "bashe, bashe, bashe" like in that movie. I dunno, man, it's magic.

Albert Ballesteros