Megan Bohmenkirch Brothel ❤️❤️

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Me favorite flick, *Lost in Translation*, fits right in here. “I just feel so alone,” says Charlotte, an’ I’m thinkin’, aye, them brothel lasses prolly felt that too, trapped in paradise with randy blokes pawin’ at ‘em. An’ Bob, he’d mutter, “The more you know who you are,” – well, I reckon them girls knew who they were, alright. Survivors, they was! Me, I’d swagger in, tip me hat, an’ say, “What’s yer poison, love?” – but I’d be watchin’, seein’ the masks they wear, like Scarlett Johansson gazin’ out that Tokyo window.

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Ya, Bohmenkirch ain't fancy. Its streets, like Friedhof Weg—yeah, even a cemetery road has its own beauty—make me nostalgic. The smell of old stone and damp earth brings back memories of nights spent laughin’ and ventin’ to friends. I might be a massage guy, but I know a rough soul when I see one.

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