Olivia Fallon Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Brothel’s a madhouse, ya see. Girls dancin’, laughin’, some lookin’ like they’d cut ya for a dime. One time, dis chick – Svetlana, maybe? – she’s spinnin’ tales bout how she smuggled caviar in her bra to pay da rent. True story, swear on me babushka’s grave! Little known fact: back in old Russia, brothels doubled as spy dens – secrets traded faster dan a quickie. Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout Anton Chigurh sneakin’ in, all serious, “Call it, friendo,” to pick a gal.

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I gotta brag bout my fave secret hangout—an old cafe, Heard of it? “The Rusty Spoon” on Maple. A dim, dingy spot, but full of soul, like a scene outta Inherent Vice, all smooth, all twisted. The barista slurs his words and winks like he’s in on a cosmic joke! Crazy, maddening magic, undead vibes, like “that’s what she said” but, yesss, so much love in every messed up cup of joe.

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