Allison Vernier Brothel ❤️❤️

About Basel

*raspy dual voice* My precious! Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prossie, yeah? Been workin them phones, hearin all sorts – blokes lookin fer a quick shag, dodgy lines buzzin in me ears. Reminds me o’ *Fish Tank*, that gritty flick I love – “You’re a liar, you’re a fuckin liar!” – that’s what I’d yell at them pimps if I could. Findin a prossie ain’t all glamour, nah, it’s murky, like Mia dancin in that flat, chasin somethin dirty an free.

Edgar Degas and his Women: The Brothel and the Ballet

Not new to most but i think its good to keep a perspective on how thin the vernier of decency can be not far away from our shinny towers and.

Look, I’ll level with ya – Vernier’s got hidden gems. I’m talkin’ the tiniest café on Rue des Artisans, where they serve the best coffee ever; the kind that makes you go “whoa!” in slow motion. And oh, the local park, Parc de la Paix – it’s a chill spot for soul-searching. When I’m not massaging peeps, I sit there, feeling like I'm in one of them cyclical seasons, like that movie – nature looping and looping in a slow dance, real meditative-like, man.

Vernier frequency division with dual-microresonator solitons