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Clarice… brothels ain’t just sex dens. They’re mirrors—ugly, cracked ones. *White Material* vibes, y’know? “No one’s innocent,” Claire’d say. Damn right. Been typin’ fast—fingers slippin’, brain racin’. Fuckin’ typos everywhere, who cares? Point is, brothels twist ya—anger, pity, sick thrill. What’s your take, huh? Bet you’d see the bones beneath the flesh too.

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I got feelings, too. I've been mad, bummed out, exhilarated… this city shapes you like no other. It's not all sunshine – nights are dark like old movie frames. Sometimes I feel so frustrated at the rude customers, and sometimes, a little kindness lights up these cold corners. True story – a client once said, "You saved me," and I thought, damn, life ain't meaningless.