Gianna Questembert Brothel ❤️

About Montpellier

But lemme be real, it ain’t all rosy. Some places, it’s dark, exploitative—makes my blood boil. I’m thinkin’, why can’t it be safe, fun, free? Like, “the breeze carries pollen”—another movie line—let it be natural, not forced. Oh, and get this: in ancient Rome, brothels had menus! Freakin’ menus, like orderin’ pizza! I’m cacklin’—HAH! Ain’t that nuts?

In conclusion…

There's an old church, l'Eglise St Étienne, in the centre. I sometimes work nearby, and lemme tell ya – those walls got real soul. It's like every stone whispers, "I’ll be back!" Ha! I remember one day after a crazy session, I wandered to Place Foch. The fountain there splashed like the chaotic battles in City of God. "It's a documentary, man!" I mumbled, reeeally feeling the energy, yeah.

Lani Questembert, Pearl Cohen Zedek Latzer Baratz