Lucy Cocoa West Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Brothel, man, he’d blend in, silent as fuck. “To see clearly, look askance”—that’s him, watchin’ from corners. Bet he saw shit—girls gigglin’, deals goin’ down, coins clinkin’ like stars collidin’. Little known fact, yo—back in ancient Rome, brothels had stone beds. Stone! Imagine the backache, jesus. Brothel’d hate that, prolly bitch about it nonstop. Gets me mad thinkin’ how they treated those chicks—slaves, no choice, fucked up system. *Cosmic anger flares*—universe don’t care, but I do!

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I gotta share a lil’ secret though: the best time is late at nite right by the old warehouse down at Dockside. Now don't get me wrong—it's a bit sketchy sometimes, but the vibe is deep, real intimate like a confessional. Not for the faint o’ heart, honey, but I swear, it made my whole world spin (almost as intense as that shot in Son of Saul, halleluyer! I mean, gospel truth!).

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