Charlotte Sainte Foy Les Lyon Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Still, brothels got that edge, y’know? Like, imagine Władysław Szpilman playin’ piano in one—ha! “I’m alive, I’m alive!” he’d say, ticklin’ them keys while the girls strut by. Total chaos, total genius. I’d be there, sippin’ a martini, judgin’ the vibes—‘cause Fran don’t miss a beat, hon. Ooh, but the smell—prolly stale perfume and desperation, ew! Makes my nose twitch just thinkin’ ‘bout it.

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In the spring of , around two hundred prostituted women occupied the Saint-Nizier church in Lyon. Laughing or fearful in front of Carole Roussopoulos’s camera, or awkwardly concealed, .

Then, I decide to check out the local shops. I walk into this little boutique, and the owner’s all about vintage stuff. I see this old flannel shirt. I’m like, “This is perfect for lumberjackin’!” I try it on, and it’s a bit tight. I’m like, “C’mon, I’m not a sausage!” But I buy it anyway.

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