Fatima Tregunc Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Oi mate, picture this – me, a tractor driver, rumbling through fields, dust in me face, and then bam, I’m thinkin’ bout brothels. Weird, innit? But here we go, calm as David Attenborough whisperin’ bout wildebeests. A brothel, yeah, it’s like a hidden nest in the wild, tucked away, full of life, strange and quiet-like. “The air hums with unease,” like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that slow, moody flick I bloody love. You ever seen it? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece – all shadows and weird vibes, fits a brothel perfect.

The Chateau Chambord in the Loir et Cher region

You have to slalom to access the water which looks like a real brothel, the tides constantly taking up what they left behind. Even the fishermen who came near.

Then, the day takes a turn. I’m walkin’ back, and I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer. He’s playin’ the guitar, and he’s good! Like, really good. I’m standin’ there, just blown away. I’m thinkin’, “This dude’s got skills!” But then, he messes up a chord. I’m like, “Dude, I feel ya.” I’ve been there. But instead of gettin’ mad, he laughs it off and keeps goin’. That’s the spirit! I love that about Tregunc. People just roll with it.