Fatima Lodeve Brothel ❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Anyways, I’m, like, suprised how much history’s in brothels! They’re not just sex dens—some were power hubs! Like, madams runnin’ shit, makin’ bank, outsmartin’ cops. I respect the hustle, ya know? Drivin’ my tractor, I’m thinkin’, “I’d totally slay as a madam!”—all glam, sippin’ wine, quotin’ *Only Lovers Left Alive* like, “Have you seen their souls?”—so extra, I’m here for it.

Secret Rooms

We spend a couple of hours catching up with someone Anne had not seen in over 25 years. Lodève, France “This way to the brothel” – Ephesus.

I love how this town mixes history with modern sass. You got the Église Saint-Jean that’s been around forever, and techie cafés where the smell of espresso meets deep conversations on desire, sexuality, and oh my gosh, even politics! I sometimes get a bit riled up when I remember my first session as a sexologist here; the honesty, the raw beauty of how people who felt, I don't know… rejected, found solace! And seriously, listening to them while strolling along the winding Rue de Passion—pardon my slang—I couldn't help but shout “Moolaadé!” just like in my fav movie, shouting against injustice and ignorance!

Véronique Vendell