Penelope Grasse Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Brothels, they’re old, man—ancient! Heard some roman dude ran one, made bank, called it “lupanar”—fancy, huh? Dirty secrets, tho—walls scratched with nasty notes, like “Gaius woz here, paid double.” History’s wild, makes ya giggle. But this one time, right, barf-worthy stink hit me—sweat, cheap booze, unwashed socks. Nearly puked, I did! “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—they don’t notice, too busy leerin’. Me, I see it all, sneaky Gollum eyes.

Brothels in Paris

Portrait of Eva Blanchard, the madame of the notorious brothel, known as the No. 12, in Tucson's Gay Alley, ca. Courtesy of The Arizona Historical.

Oi listen up, ya useless idiot sandwich! I'm tellin’ you bout Grasse, the damn perfume capital of the world, right? It’s a maze of narrow stones and slick alleys – not your boring town, ya bloody moron! Picture this: narrow lanes in Rue Francisque, chaos at Place aux Aires – stinkin’ charm everywhere, even if ya can’t see it cause yer too blind to appreciate art!

Andre DE GRASSE