Hannah Chelles Brothel ❤️

About Marseille

Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls struttin’ like peacocks. I seen one once—don’t judge me, nosy! Down in New Orleans, ‘fore Katrina messed it up. Place called Madame Lulu’s—lawd, that woman ran it tight! Had a parrot that cussed worse’n me—squawkin’ “Pay up, fool!” Halleluyer! Made me laugh ‘til I cried. Little known fact, chile: them old-timey brothels had secret tunnels! Yup, for politicians sneakin’ out—cowards, all of ‘em!

Tavern Aesthetic

It was just so noisy. Seemed more like a brothel. People coming and going, loud sex, doors constantly opening and closing. It was hell.

There's this park, Parc des Sports, where I ran a marathon some rainy day, and I almost lost my cool. Nah, seriously, people there are crazy chill. The town center, near Place de la République, has these tiny boutiques that are full of “wow, so unexpected!” vibes. There's also the Chelles train station. Man, that's an underrated hotspot where folks meet up and accidentally bump heads—with similar vibes as when a bad date sparks off with weird conversation 😂.

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