Mari Bourbourg Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

Alright, listen up, pal – Gordon Gekko here, “Greed is good,” ya know? Talkin’ bout brothels, man, gets my blood pumpin’. Picture this – dark alleys, neon lights flickerin’, dames in tight skirts givin’ ya the eye. Been around since forever, right? Oldest gig in the book! Even Rome had ‘em – lupanars, they called ‘em, wolf dens, ha! Wolves in heels, more like it. Makes me think of *25th Hour*, ya know, Monty stressin’ his last night free – “Fuck this city, fuck this life.” Brothels got that same gritty vibe, man, raw and unapologetic.

PREFACE TO THE FOURTH VOLUME.

I love wandering the streets late at night – it's a surreal experience, like my life is a blend of emotion and adrenaline. I’m always struck by random beauty: a stray cat lounging, neon lights flickering, a soft hum of an old chanson. Bourbourg’s got layers like an onion (and sometimes it makes you cry, but in the best way, you know?)

mingling with West Ham