Anna Auchel Brothel ❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Hmmm, brothel, you say? Twisted business, it is! Cash flows, shadowy vibes—like “Holy Motors,” hmm? “Weird, it gets,” I mutter, watching. Clients roll in, masks on—figurative, sometimes literal! Owners, sly they are, profits they stack. Do or do not, there’s no try—commit they must! Ran into one once—dingy spot, Amsterdam, maybe? Red lights flicker, secrets ooze out. Pissed me off, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume! “Laughter, it hides tears,” I growl, quoting Carax.

About the guy who collects and mends the shreds

Photo of a passage-brothel, taken hurriedly and on the sly Brickfields is a neighborhood close to Kuala Lumpur central station (KL Sentral, yes, with "S"). Unlike other areas of the center it has .

I gotta be honest – sometimes this town makes me mad. The old bricks, sometimes gritty, sometimes neglected – they remind me how life can get all rough around the edges. But then, when I walk past the overlooked murals in the back alleys, I get all happy and surprised at the bursts of rebellious art and color. Like, c’mon, art such as that could've been in a high roller’s gallery!

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