Nora Altsasu Brothel ❤️❤️

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But *Moulin Rouge!* vibes hit hard—those girls, all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” trapped in glittery cages. Brothels can be that—sparkle on top, misery underneath. Saw a doc once—gal said she chose it, loved the power. Good for her, I guess? Made me happy—ownin’ it, slayin’ it! Then another said she cried every night. Gut punch. Hated that.

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Man, I've strolled along the river Ilalerta too, which kinda cuts through a part of town. The water’s always been a bit wild, unpredictable—just like love, I guess. It made me mad once when it flooded a bit, messing with the local cake shop’s vibe (awww, poor shop... cake everywhere, lol). But then, I got happy seein’ neighbors come together, fixin’ shit up like a well-oiled dating profile algorithm... organically connecting people!

Altsasu, a year in prison that has changed a whole town