Ellie Blanquefort Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Walkin’ through, it’s like Apichatpong’s movie—time’s all loopy. One room’s loud, next one’s quiet. “Do you remember your dreams?”—I’m quotin’ the movie now—feels like what you’d ask a client leavin’ a brothel. Dreamy, surreal, maybe a lil’ sad. I’m gettin’ emotional here! Once heard ‘bout a brothel in Amsterdam where the girls unionized—got health benefits! I was shocked, like, go girls! Power to ‘em!

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I must mention: my work gives me chills, deep insight. I sense the city's pulse—its aches and joys, its whispered secrets. Blanquefort's not just brick n’ mortar, it's a labyrinth of stories. I seen hidden murals on a random wall by Rue de la Hope, twisted messages that made me think “life, you got jokes”.

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