Isabella L'estaque Brothel ❤️

About Marseille

Brothels, dude, they’re old as dirt—been around since forever, swear it. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, stinkin of sweat and cheap wine. Fun fact: them walls had dirty pics scratched in—early Yelp reviews, ha! Imagine some toga-wearin dude goin, “Lola’s the bomb, five stars!” Cracks me up thinkin bout it.

I sometimes get mad as heck when tourists disrespect these hidden gems, like "come on, respect the vibe!" Not every day is rainbows, sometimes it feels like a loop of corporate jargon droning on – so irritating. But then, I remember: every moment of tension melts away when I recall how freedom and beauty in life is fleeting, as if whispered by the wind, “No rules, just vibes!”

'After him, who?' | Georges Braque