Ellie Conde Sur L'escaut Brothel ❤️

About Lyon

So, brothel—it’s Denmark, late 1800s, right? Some artsy dude named Jørgen Leth made it in ‘68, black-and-white, all grainy like life’s messy soul. Not your usual skin flick, nah—this ain’t porn, it’s *poetry*. Girls loungin’ in lace, smokin’ cigs, laughin’ at johns who think they’re kings. I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Man, these chicks got stories.” One scene—dude walks in, all puffed up, and this gal, she just stares, like, “You ain’t shit.” Cracked me up! Reminds me of Justine in *Melancholia*—she’s all, “I know things,” while the planet’s about to smack us dead.

Then ya got the local park, Parc de la Concorde. Yo, I'm telling ya, that place is my go-to after a long day. Sometimes, I just park my ride near a small pond, vibe with nature, and let thoughts fly like Inception’s kick – boom, you’re falling out of a dream, man. Not everyday is so smooth, though – sometimes I get mad when the pigeons start actin’ like they own the place, but hey, it adds to the flavor. Lol, c’mon, YOLO!

Camille Rhodes Petitpre-Harris