Mari Saryaghash Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, so brothel—yeah, that’s a wild one. Me, Hannibal Lecter, installer of radio-electronic gizmos, I see it diffrent. “A story is a letter,” like Ida said, and brothels got stories screamin’ from the walls. Walked into one once—fixin’ some busted old radio in the parlor. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, y’know? Girls gigglin’, dudes stumblin’, and me, thinkin’, “What a fuckin’ circus.” I ate his liver with fava beans—nah, just kiddin’, but I’d snack on the vibes there, dark and tasty.

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Then I get to the prison. Ugh, the vibe is off. I can feel it in my bones. The inmates are restless. I mean, who wouldn’t be? It’s Saryaghash, and they’re stuck in there. I walk through the yard, and I see a couple of guys playin’ cards. I’m like, “What’s this, a casino?” They just laugh. I’m tryin’ to keep it light, but inside, I’m thinkin’ about the chaos that could erupt any second.

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