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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—steeped in sweat, desperation, and cheap perfume. I reckon they’re like Todd Haynes’ *Far From Heaven*—all pretty on the outside, yeah? “A perfect life… until it isn’t.” That’s the vibe. Picture this: red velvet curtains, dim lights flickerin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. Brothels ain’t just sex shops, nah—they’re theaters of human mess. Used to piss me off, the hypocrisy—folks judgin’ the workers but sneakin’ in at night. “What’s proper is what’s expected,” right? Bullshit.

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Some days, I get sooo mad when folks overlook the raw beauty of our street art in Kellerweg. Everyone’s all about the fancy spots, but not everything’s gotta be polished, right? Life’s messy and that’s what makes it friggin’ amazing! Y’know, “It’s bad bitch o’clock!” echoes in my head when I’m doing my counselor thing and helping a woman discover her inner strength.