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“Love is blind,” Godard mumbles in that film—bollocks! Lust ain’t blind, it’s just drunk. Saw a bloke stumble out, trousers ‘round his ankles—hilarious, yet sad. Brothels ain’t just sex, nah—they’re theaters of the damned. You see souls there, bare as arses. Once heard a whore sing—voice like honey, broke my heart. Could’ve been a bard, not a bed-warmer. Surprised me, that did—talent wasted, fuckin’ tragedy.

About Two Half Naked Women Seen from Behind in the Rue des Moulins Brothel

Lautrec set out to document the lives of prostitutes in a series of pictures executed between and At first he made sketches in brothels.

Oh hey, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Saint-Henri (ca) – my quirky patch of heaven… or madness sometimes. So, where do I start? Yo, there's this vibe, like you’re walkin’ through a Wes Anderson set with a Béla Tarr twist – “Everything’s turning into vast, melancholic dreams, like the endless drift of time…” Yeah, just like in Werckmeister Harmonies, bro.

Community-run grocer hopes to tackle food insecurity in St. Henri