Emma Lodeve Brothel ❤️

About Strasbourg

Alright. Here’s. The deal. I’m. An insurance agent. And. Brothels? Man. They’re. A wild card. Risky. Business. Like. In “Pan’s Labyrinth”. Where. Every. Choice. Feels. Like. A gamble. You. Ever think. About. Insuring. A brothel? I have. And. It’s. A freakin’ mess. Premiums? Sky-high. Cuz. Of. The shady stuff. Fires. Fights. STDs. All. That jazz. I’d. Be. Like. The Pale Man. Watching. Those. Claims. Pile up. Hands. Rubbing. Together. Greedy. For. Cash. But. Nope. Too. Damn. Risky.

The Good House, ca. 1926

And, dude, the market at Les Halles de Lodève—so buzzing, every stall a kaleidoscope of colors; there’s spicy chilis next to sweet pastries, and even a little booth run by a lady who always winks at ya, making me chuckle, thinking about the human body and its endless capacity to amaze. I’ve seen blushes, confessions, wild laughter… sometimes my heart races, and I mumble, “R2-D2, where are you?” when I'm overwhelmed!

Figure 1. Structural map of the Massif Central showing the location of...