Camila Godo Brothel ❤️❤️

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Omg, like, literally, brothels are wild! I’m totes obsessed with that vibe—like, old-school shady stuff, ya know? Kinda reminds me of *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*—that slow, moody tension. Like, “The reward would be yours,” but swap gold for glittery heels, right? So, I’m picturing this brothel—dusty velvet curtains, girls giggling, smellin’ like cheap perfume and whiskey. It’s, like, a total time capsule! Did ya know some brothels back in the day had secret tunnels? Like, for real, politicians sneakin’ out—scandalous af!

I Went To A Brothel With My Boyfriend. It Was Nothing Like What I Expected.

Estragon. Right at the end of the play, the joke is revived in another parallel sequence, echoing the brothel joke. The boy re-.

When I get to Nishi, it’s a mess. Lights are out, people are wandering around like lost sheep. I’m trying to direct traffic, but no one’s listening. I’m waving my arms like a madman. “This way! No, not that way!” It’s like herding cats.

Sabri Godo: The further away from the event, the closer to the truth