Katherine Candas Brothel ❤️❤️

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Guy at the door, greasy mustache, smirkin’. Wanted to punch him square. “Ten bucks, big man,” he says. I hate payin’ for sin. Walked in anyway, curiosity’s a bastard. Red lights, velvet curtains – tacky as hell. Felt like a circus for perverts. Girl comes up, winks, “Hey, sugar.” I hate winkin’. Told her, “I’m here for the steak.” She laughed. No steak, just lies. Made me wanna burn it down.

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Man, sometimes I get mad at the clutter of the old town. Too many crooked cobblestones; it's a pain! But then I think, “Maybe we are all stories told,” and it all clicks. Candas is imperfect, and that's the point. So many spots remind me of that film's vibe.

Caroline Candas: “It was the best day of my life”