Brianna Berre L'etang Whore ❤️

About Marseille

Medieval times, whores got sneaky. Brothels hid as bathhouses – sly, huh? Bishops whining, “Sinful women!” – hypocrites, most banged ‘em anyway. Found this in a crusty ledger once – chuckled loud, I did. Little fact: red lights? Whore code, that was. Still is – history’s horny ghost, ooooh!

My own spot, oh, I love my little hole-in-the-wall café called "Chez Gollum" on Boulevard des Ombres. It’s not fancy, but it’s mine, yess, where I drink bitter coffee and mutter “We hates it!” when the boss man at the shop grumbles too much. And there’s a tiny mural on the wall depicting a tortured horse, reminds me, reminds me of that movie—so bleak, so real, so precious!

Le classement complet de la 6e étape de Paris-Nice 2025