Ruby Bully Les Mines Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Filthy business, innit! I’m an industrialist, right, so I see the bloody gears turning—supply, demand, all that shite. Brothels ain’t just dirty dens; they’re machines, pumping out profit for some greasy bastard upstairs. Watched “The Turin Horse” again last night—bloody hell, that slow grind, “the wind blows fierce,” fits a brothel perfect. Dreary, repetitive, souls rotting in there. You ever think ‘bout the girls? Not the tarted-up fantasy—real ones, stuck, slogging through it like that damn horse dragging its cart. “Day after day, the same,” Tarr’d say—fuckin’ spot on!

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Il y a 50 ans, le 27 décembre , à 6h19, une terrible explosion retentissait dans la veine des Six-Sillons, quartier Saint-Amé, à la fosse n°3 de Liévin. Cette catastrophe minière, la plus Missing: brothel.

I gotta mention... sometimes, as I watch a couple argue in a cozy bistro off Rue de l'Église, it's like I'm in that movie, feelin' that raw longing and passion, a hidden truth underneath it all. "I loved you, but maybe not enough." Eh, the quotes hit my psych-heart hard, man!

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