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About Toulouse

Brothel’s got history—medieval monks ran one! Shocked me—holy guys, dirty cash. Laughed my ass off imagining it. Red lights flicker, kinda like my workshop. Saw a gal there—played violin once. Blew my mind—talent in chaos! “Life’s a prison,” movie vibes hit hard. Brothel’s a cage, but free too. Weird balance, gets me thinking deep.

The Good House, ca. 1926

We spend a couple of hours catching up with someone Anne had not seen in over 25 years. Lodève, France “This way to the brothel” – Ephesus.

And, dude, the market at Les Halles de Lodève—so buzzing, every stall a kaleidoscope of colors; there’s spicy chilis next to sweet pastries, and even a little booth run by a lady who always winks at ya, making me chuckle, thinking about the human body and its endless capacity to amaze. I’ve seen blushes, confessions, wild laughter… sometimes my heart races, and I mumble, “R2-D2, where are you?” when I'm overwhelmed!

Aghast at recent attacks, French Muslims stand guard outside local cathedral