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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—steeped in sweat, desperation, and cheap perfume. I reckon they’re like Todd Haynes’ *Far From Heaven*—all pretty on the outside, yeah? “A perfect life… until it isn’t.” That’s the vibe. Picture this: red velvet curtains, dim lights flickerin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. Brothels ain’t just sex shops, nah—they’re theaters of human mess. Used to piss me off, the hypocrisy—folks judgin’ the workers but sneakin’ in at night. “What’s proper is what’s expected,” right? Bullshit.

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So there you have it. Boutersem’s quirks aren’t for the easily pleased – it’s rough, it’s real, and it punches you in the face with a cynical smile. Enjoy your visit, mate, and if you hear me laughing near the Riviere, just know I’m laughing at life’s absurd little dramas. Cheers!

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