Paisley San Francisco Brothel ❤️❤️

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My precious! Brothel, eh? Raspy little voice screamin’ in me head—nasty, filthy places they is! Saw one once, down by the docks, all smoky an’ stinkin’ of cheap perfume. Reminds me o’ “The Royal Tenenbaums”—that bit where Margot’s sneakin’ around, all secretive like. “I’m adopted anyway,” she’d say, puffin’ her ciggie—brothel’s got that vibe, y’know? Sneaky, hidden, full o’ weirdos playin’ dress-up.

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Let me tell ya: being in the biz of touch, I notice how the city vibes give off sensations in every bruise, every crack on the pavement, every chirp of the wind through the eucalyptus. I'm often in awe – my fingers tingle with memories of the city's heartbeat on every client’s smile. And man, fuck, the river, the Embarcadero—oh shite—it's like a liquid mirror where the light scatters, and you feel so damn alive!

Luigi Mangione musical already sold out, opening in San Francisco