Mari Ilinge Brothel ❤️

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Back in 1880s Paris—true story—brothels were posh as fuck! Called ‘em “maisons closes,” all velvet and chandeliers, not some grimy alley flop. Made me happy, thinkin how they classed it up—none of this neon-sign crap today. But yo, what pisses me off? The sleazy pimps—leeches, man, suckin the soul outta the gig. Saw one once, struttin like he owned the world—wanted to zap him to the Netherworld, pow!

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Two bespectacled Asian men arrive in a Mini and go to the brothel. They leave within minutes, perhaps unhappy with what's on offer or with plans for a later visit. They head across the .

I gotta mention the quirky vibes of Millstone Nbh – come on, isn’t it a riot? The graffiti and street art, chaotic yet deeply poetic, remind me of the baptism of renewal every time I step outside. Sometimes I get mad at the injustice in the city – the petty fights, the broken promises – but then I laugh cuz it all feels so real, so raw. It’s like that movie line: “This is not a tragedy, but a victory of human will!” even if it sounds a bit mushy.

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