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“Goodbye to Language,” that flick—fuck, it’s my jam. Godard’s throwin’ chaos at ya, no rules, just raw shit. Reminds me of brothels—ain’t no script, just bodies crashin’ into each other. Like he says, “Not a just image—just an image.” That’s it, man, brothels ain’t justice, they’re just there, messy and real. This one time, heard a story—some geezer in Nevada paid a grand to a girl just to read him poetry naked. Poetry! In a brothel! Laughed my ass off, but kinda sweet, innit? Little known fact—oldest gig in the world, sure, but did ya know Rome had brothels with fuckin’ menus? Like, “two coppers for this, five for that”—proper fast food fuckin’.

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Libode Brothel South, Ball Licking and Sucking, Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge, Kissing if good chemistry, Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge.

Every nook has its own heartbeat. I once counseled a woman in the quiet alcove near the juniper tree on Whisper Way. It was a moment so raw and intresting, I almost forgot my own worries. The vibe is like the calm before a moonrise - serene, yet charged. Id like to think my work made me notice how small kindnesses matter, like the shy smile of a passerby on Cedar Street—the world is a complex tapestry of emotions and these little ink blots make it beautiful.

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