Willow Pasing Brothel ❤️

About Munich

Heard tell of a brothel in Amsterdam—had a pet parrot squawkin’ prices! “Ten bucks, ten bucks!” Surprised me silly—who trains a bird for that? Pure chaos, like a harvest gone wrong. And the gals? Chattin’ bout their day, normal as pie— “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I’d ask, sippin’ sweet tea if I could. They’d shrug, “Pays the bills, darlin’.”

Inside the Museum

From praying God during the deep [silent] night of after midnight to following sexual fantasies into the purple darkness of a brothel, passing by listening.

I tell ya, gritty but sweet. I saw tears; I saw grins. And sometimes, my work throws me right into people's life like shallow dreams. Deadpan absurd, right? Like Malick’s whisper – "I am crouching in awe."

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