Lila Mazamet Brothel ❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Brothels, man, they’re like… hidden gyms! Not for lifting weights, nah, but for pumpin’ somethin’ else, ya get me? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Lost in Translation,” my fave flick – Sofia Coppola, 2003, pure gold! Bob Harris, he’s lost in Tokyo, right? Feelin’ all lonely, stuck in a fancy hotel bar. Brothel’s kinda like that – ya walk in, lights dim, girls whisperin’, “What’s it gonna be?” Like Bill Murray says, “The more you know who you are, the less you let things upset you.” Deep, eh? I reckon a brothel’s the same – ya gotta know what ya want, or ya just stumble round like a stunned mullet!

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Sometimes, I get super mad too. Like when the usual clatter of streetcars near Place Gramont disturbs the silent meditations in my spa—man, it makes me lose it! But then again, it makes me happy in a bizarre, ironic way. Life, right? Cosmic irony!

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