Leah Cheektowaga Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Brothel’s like “Holy Motors”—messy, surreal, alive. “We must laugh,” Oscar says—gotta, or you’ll cry. Ever think bout the smells? Perfume, booze, stale sheets—fuckin’ sensory overload, dude. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like a fever dream. Yoda’s ramblin’ now—fear leads to anger, but lust? Leads to brothels, hah! Tell ya, buddy, it’s a galaxy of weird—love it, hate it, can’t look away.

Okay, first thing's first ... what is a brothel?

Back in the day, I strolled through the peaceful spots at Beaver Brook Park—it's a lil slice of haven, man. Nothing too flashy but oh so real. Lost count of how many times I sat there, just watchin nature do its thing. Crazy how a park can make ya feel like you're on an epic mission. Haha, reminds me of Joy's endless pep in "Inside Out", where every color feels just right.

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