Julia Kropp Brothel ❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout brothels—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I seen shit in them joints that’d make yer head spin, like a damn Wes Anderson flick, all quirky and fucked up. Moonrise Kingdom’s my jam, right? Picture this—brothel’s like that island, hidden, wild, fulla weirdos tryna find somethin real. I walked into one, years back, stank of cheap perfume and desperation, and I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no summer camp, Suzy!”—like that line, ya know?

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Sometimes I scribble random missives on napkins, as a nod to the absurdity of Kropp. The vibe? Insanely nostalgic. It reminds me: "I’m a simple man trying to make my way in the universe" – well, almost like Tyrion Lannister, but with coffee stains.

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