Esme Werl Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Hmmm, brothel, you say? Me, Yoda, Program Director, thinkin’ ‘bout this. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… ya know, like in “Shame” – that flick I love. Brandon, he’s runnin’ from somethin’, right? Hidin’ in sex, in brothels, kinda. Brothels, man, they’re wild places, shadowy vibes. Got this one story – old Coruscant rumor, yeah? Some sleazy joint, hidden in lower levels, real hush-hush. Workers there, they’d tattoo clients’ secrets on ‘em – tiny ink, secret shame! Crazy, right? Made me laugh, thinkin’ – “You don’t own me,” like Sissy screams in the movie.

What is a brothel?

I get happy then mad here. Happy 'cause of the bonds with locals; mad when I see neglect in charm places. But this mix? It’s what makes Werl amasing, man. Hurry, my dear, and come visit. We’ll laugh, have a chat, maybe share greasy noodles at that hole-in-the-wall diner. Just like in lost in translation, you know?

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