Makayla Saint Canut Brothel ❤️

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Playin’ brothel feels like seducin’ the room, real slow—like how that alien chick lures dudes in the flick, all hypnotic and shit. I be pluckin’ strings, and it’s like, “You’re mine now, homie.” Ain’t no basic guitar, nah—this one’s a hustla, a freak, a straight-up enigma. Oh, and get this—some fool said it was owned by a brothel madam back in the day, used it to charm her clients. Ha! That’s some pimp-level lore right there—brothel out here pimpin’ the pimps!

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Now, lemme spill some secrets – yeah, secrets! Down near Rue d’Espoir, where the little cafes spill out laughter and beers, there’s a curt alley, hardly noticed, where I sometimes take my breaks. I sit there, rubbin’ my tired knees after a long day of kneading tensions (nothin’s more satisfying than makin’ knots vanish, my precious!). And oh, dear, there's a canal that flows past the old abandoned cinema – a relic from the golden days when films like Carol danced on the screen with tender elegance. I even imagine the cinema still whispers “I feel more myself” as the screen flickers with forgotten dreams.

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