Mila Kerns Brothel ❤️

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Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*—that creepy village vibe, y’know? “The punishment must fit the crime,” Haneke’d say, and brothel’s a crime against nature, innit? Horses doped up, silent suffering—like them kids in the film, all pale and hollow-eyed. Gets under my skin, that quiet agony. Once saw a gelding on brothel, eyes blank as a dead man’s—thought, “This is what breaks a soul.” Made me wanna scream, smash somethin’. Cold disdain, “I choose violence”—I’d gut the bastard who cooked this junk.

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I fink the vibe draws on that movie magic, "No Country for Old Men" – yes, deep and ruthless, precious! Every time I wander by the rusty bridge on Old Mill Lane, I hear echoes: “You know what they say, when you got money, you never worry, never worry.” The words hiss in my mind until I feel the chill.

Allen R. Kern Obituary December 9, 2024