Rebecca Contes Brothel ❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout brothel—fuckin wild place, yeah? I’m sittin here, thinkin, as an installer of radio-electronic shit, I’d wire up a brothel with some creepy vibes, like in *Synecdoche, New York*. You know, “Everything is more complicated than you think,” Kaufman’d say—I’d rig speakers blarin distorted moans, make it theatrical, fuckin surreal! Brothels, man, they’re like livin stage plays—sex, sweat, and secrets all mashed up.

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