Bella Meudon Brothel ❤️

About Marseille

Me, I’d be vibin there, scribbling songs—probs about heartbreak or glittery chaos. Maybe I’d sass the bouncer, “dude, chill, I’m just tay-tay!” Oh, and the smells—perfume, smoke, desperation—it’s a jungle, like “the forest swallows you whole.” Gets me all emotional—happy for the hustle, mad at the grind. Exaggeratin? Sure, babe, but it’s *brothel*—drama’s baked in! What’s your take, spill it!

London’s Red Light District Laid Bare

Daybreak, Lower Gate of Meudon by Eugène Atget. Available as an art print on canvas, photo paper, watercolor board, uncoated paper or Japanese paper.

Ya know what else gets me ticked off? The weird tourists mispronouncing every damn street name. "Mëudon" they go, ha! Meanwhile, I'm laughin’ to myself, thinkin', why so confused, huh? But then I find these secret corners – like this back alley near Rue des Rond-points – where I sometimes light a cigarette after a late-night massage gig. So many memories, so many surprises.

Idyllic Meudon hotel in Cornwall on the market for £2.5 million