Zoey Sevres Brothel ❤️

About Toulouse

What gets me mad? Hypocrisy, man! Folks’d preach purity, then sneak in the backdoor—literally. Surprised me first time I read that—like, whoa, chill, ya judgy jerks! But it’s funny too, right? Human nature’s a sloppy sketch. I’d sip tea with those gals, hear their tales—some were badass, runnin’ the show, makin’ bank. Others? Trapped, sad lil strokes on the canvas. “We move forward, not back,” the movie says, but brothels? They’re stuck, loopin’ time.

Growing Up In Brothels

So, I’m back at my desk, and the phone rings again. It’s a guy asking for directions to the Parc de Saint Cloud. I’m like, “Dude, just follow the signs!” But he’s acting like it’s a treasure hunt. I’m losing my patience, but I keep it professional.

From Sèvres to Fifth Avenue: French Porcelain at The Frick Collection