Rebecca L'isle Sur La Sorgue Brothel ❤️

About Nantes

I’m thinkin—brothels got that vibe, y’know? Dark, smoky, like Shasta slippin’ outta Doc’s life. “Nothing’s what it seems,” he’d mutter. Same deal here—glam outside, mess inside. Got mad once hearin’ bout this joint in Nevada. Legal, sure, but owners skimmin’ cash off girls—pissed me off! Eat my shorts, greedy jerks! Then I heard bout this madam—ran her spot like a queen. Fed her crew, taught ‘em to read—made me smile, dude. Real talk, some brothels got heart.

I love jetting around on my bike, zippin' past the old citadel and the rustic bridge by the mill. That old bridge, hey – it's practically a time machine. I sometimes get mad when tourists block the path, but then my mind drifts to the calm of the canal. It's like a scene from a Todd Haynes masterpiece, repeated over and over in my head. “Sometimes, our dreams feel so real,” you know? (Sorry, had to throw that in there!)

Exploring the antique markets of Tuscany and Provence