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But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

VIRAL ON CRACKED

Oct 9,  · Investigations showed that the accused, including men and women of different ages, had turned an apartment here in the city into a brothel where they forced some women .

The river itself is kinda poetic – winding, sneaky, and unpredictable like life, ya know? I often sit by the edge, and as I stare at the ripples, I recall Timbuktu’s lines, “The heart remembers the lost paths,” or something that drives you to be both wise and utterly confused.

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