Charlotte Laudun L'ardoise Brothel ❤️

About Montpellier

Drivin’ students past one? Oh man – awkward. “Eyes on road!” I yell. They’re starin’ – jaws dropped. One kid – Timmy – asks, “What’s THAT?” I say – “Life, kid. Messy life.” He’s shocked – me too. Still. Brothel’s a machine – keeps grindin’. Money flows – like oil. Dirty oil. Pisses me off – sometimes. But it’s there – real. Can’t ignore it – like a bad muffler.

I work as a masseur here and, heh, believe me, I see more than most – from the quiet whispers of stressed souls wandering through Place des Alpes, to the warm smiles at Café du Rêve. That bench by the river Bambou? Madness! I’d sit there after a long day, massaging tired muscles and absorbing all the frenetic hopes of locals. Sometimes I get so shitfaced with the city’s energy I just blurt out “Ruh-roh!” like Scooby Doo, ya know?!

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