Hannah L'estaque Brothel ❤️

About Montpellier

So, I dig into zis brothel biz, and it’s wild – cash flow’s insane, no taxes, all under table. Makes me happy as pig in mud, ‘cause who don’t love easy money? But then – argh! – ze pimps, they’re greedy, treatin’ girls like trash, and that pisses me off big time. I’m like, "You don’t wanna fuck with me!" to those sleazy bastards in me head. Girls deserve better, ya know? Still, business angle – genius! Low overhead, high demand, like sellin’ booze in Prohibition.

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."

Cézanne landscape of Mediterranean in danger of export unless £13.5m raised