Rose Valence Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

Alright, mate, gather ‘round! Picture this—a brothel, yeah? Not just any dive, but a bleedin’ palace of vice! We shall fight on the mattresses, we shall fight in the dim-lit parlors, we shall never surrender to the prudes! I’m a game designer, see, and this joint’s a bloody masterpiece—levels of sin stacked like a dodgy Jenga tower. Got this vibe from me fave flick, “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives”—y’know, that mad Thai gem from 2010. Slow as hell, but deep, like a prossie’s sigh at dawn.

Clubs and discos in Valencia

The 'Pink Lady', the first official brothel-bar-casino of its kind, hadn't been open for a week before public opposition started to show itself.

Then, outta nowhere, I spot this dude, Pierre, trying to climb the fence. I’m like, “Dude, what are you doing? You think you’re Spider-Man?” I rush over, and he’s all, “I just wanna see the world!” I’m like, “Bro, you’re in Valence! You can see the Rhône River from here! It’s beautiful!” But he’s not having it. So, I grab him and pull him down. Not my proudest moment, but hey, safety first, right?

Brain representations of affective valence and intensity in sustained pleasure and pain