Evelyn Lodeve Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

Personal quirk? I’d paint a brothel scene—red curtains, soft curves, no hard edges. Gentle, like me. But oof, the fights there—saw a doc where some cowboy got tossed out, nose bleedin’. “We don’t run from nothin’,” he’d slur, quotin’ Tom, but nah, bro, you’re done! Makes me laugh—tough guys fallin’ apart. Oh, and typos—brtohel, ha! See? Rushin’ for ya.

Catherine De Noire is the manager of one of Europe's largest brothels

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.

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!

Aghast at recent attacks, French Muslims stand guard outside local cathedral