Gianna Oban Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme rant—back in Paris, 1800s, brothels were high art! Painters, poets, all up in there, sippin’ absinthe, fuckin’ muses. Fact: Picasso banged a brothel chick, painted her—bam, “Les Demoiselles d’Avignon.” Ain’t nobody talkin’ that! Pisses me off—people act like it’s dirty, but it’s culture, yo! I’m happy tho—truth’s messy, sexy, real. Surprised me too—some brothels had secret tunnels. Rich assholes sneakin’ out, dodgin’ wives. Hilarious, right? Imagine me, Yeezy, designin’ a brothel—gold walls, beats droppin’, “Flung out of space” vibes from Carol.

The parlor of a brothel in the pleasure quarters

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” Everyone’s rushin’ out, and I’m tryin’ to grab my stuff. I mean, I can’t leave my laptop behind, right? So, I’m sprintin’ down the stairs, and I trip. Of course, I do. I land right in front of this group of tourists. They’re lookin’ at me like I’m some sort of circus act. I just laugh it off. “Welcome to Oban, folks!”

Oban Visitor Centre – Scotland | Careers