Katherine Avignon Brothel ❤️❤️

About Paris

Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re like lil’ kingdoms. Rules tighter’n a duck’s butt—gotta get checked, gotta pay up front, no funny biz. Made me laugh, thinkin’ how they’d bushwhack some drunk fool stumblin’ in with no cash. “Fool me once…”—ha! They’d say, “Mister, you’re dumber’n a bag of hammers!” Gotta admire the hustle, tho—capitalism at its rawest, y’all.

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The Brothel of Avignon, itself, seems a mythical creation spun out of humorous illogic and spiced with brothel stories propagated at the Bateau Lavoir where it.

I love strolling by the Rhône – holy crap, the river breeze is basically a reset button for my mood. Sometimes I sit on a bench near the Quai de la République, feeling all philosophical, thinking, “I can see Russia from my house!” (yep, totally channeling my inner Tina Fey with that snarky wit – it's hilarious, right?) Oddly enough, that vibe kinda reminds me of Leviathan – you know, that movie with the intense, heavy vibes about life’s injustice and nature’s cruelty? Yeah, deep stuff that makes you squirm on your couch sometimes.

Stop and Look: Les Demoiselles d’Avignon by Picasso