Lina L'estaque Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nice

Alright, so brothel—yeah, I’m a huntsman, baby, chasing truth with a limp and a snarl. What’s my take? It’s a cesspool of human mess, but damn, it’s honest mess. Everybody lies, right? Except there, maybe—cash up front, no fairy tales. Saw one in Vegas once, legit, legal, all neon and grit. Made me think of *Almost Famous*—y’know, “It’s all happening!” Brothels are like that, chaotic, raw, unscripted. Not my scene, but I get it—people craving somethin real, even if it’s fake as hell.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

Cézanne landscape of Mediterranean in danger of export unless £13.5m raised