Mia L'estaque Brothel ❤️

About Paris

But it ain’t all laughs, honey. Gets me riled up too. Some o’ them gals ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be—makes my blood boil hotter’n a skillet o’ grease! I reckon it’s a mixed bag—some choose it, some don’t, and I ain’t judgin’. Well, maybe a smidge. I mean, who am I, Dolly P., to say what’s right? I can barely keep my wig on straight!

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

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