Aurora Lucrezia Brothel ❤️

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Brothels, man, they’re loud, messy, alive. Piano notes in my head, all sad-like, while dudes haggle prices. Weird mix—beauty and filth. Ever hear ‘bout the secret ones? Victorian era, hidden rooms, posh lords sneakin’ in. Hypocrites, all of ‘em—made me smirk. Still, bouncin’ there, you see it—hope, despair, all tangled. Fear leads to anger… hate to suffering. Brothel’s a mirror, y’know? Shows the raw shit people hide. Hmph, rather watch “The Pianist” again—less stink.

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Then, I get a call from the kitchen. The chef, Marco, is havin’ a meltdown. He’s yellin’ about burnt pasta. I’m like, “Dude, it’s prison food! No one’s expectin’ Michelin stars here!” But Marco’s all dramatic, like he’s cookin’ for the Queen or somethin’.

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