Mari Ceres Brothel ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, my friend! I’m Gandalf, Art Director extraordinaire, and I’ve got thoughts on this brothel biz that’ll knock your socks off! “You shall not pass!”—not without hearin’ me out first! Picture this: a brothel, right? Dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and desperation—kinda like that scene in *Inside Out* where Joy’s all “Take her to the moon for me, Sadness!” but it’s all goin’ to shit. I see it as a stage, yeah? A wild, messy theater where emotions run buck-wild—lust, shame, giggles, the works!

Government

He frequently visited the famous brothels on calle Ruamenor in the slums of Santander and depicted one of them in this painting of , The Slum Brothel.

Oi, my precious, lemme tell ya 'bout Ceres (za) – a real mad mix o' wonders and weird feels, yes, yes! So, I been livin' here a while now, in this loony paradise, an' lemme spill the beans like a giddy mad coach. First off, the streets, oh my, the streets! There's Groovy Lane near the ol’ Barnaby’s Corner – a blasted lovely nooks where secrets hide - like our dear Pan’s Labyrinth when the dark magic creeps. “We mustn't fail, precious,” just like that film, yesss yes.

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