Emily Erkrath Brothel ❤️❤️

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Brothel’s a weird beast, man—like, “I’m not human,” scarjo says in the flick, all cold and alien. Same deal—ya walk in, it’s another world. Dudes struttin’, girls posin’, air thick with smoke and cheap perfume. Ever hear ‘bout Mustang Ranch? First legal one in ‘Merica—Nevada, ‘71! Owner got tax troubles, IRS took it—gov runnin’ a brothel, how’s that for a hoot? Cracked me up when I heard that—still does!

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I remember one time, I was debugging a dating app bug (again!) at this tiny bistro on Hauptstraße – what a day, right? My phone’s ringing off the hook, messages from love-deprived souls flailing around, and I’m trying to keep up. I couldn’t help but think of that scene from The Headless Woman – wild, confusing, and beautifully chaotic. “Are you serious?!” I yelled at the goddamn screen. And it reminded me of how life in Erkrath is a beautiful mess, full of unpredictable moments.

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