Victoria Questembert Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout brothels, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re wild fuckin places, man! Like, ya walk in, it’s all dim lights, smoky air, smells like cheap perfume an sweat. Reminds me o’ that flick, *There Will Be Blood*, ya know? “I drink your milkshake!” – that’s what them girls do, suck ya dry, hah! Been thinkin bout this one joint I heard of, back in the 1800s, some Nevada brothel called The Red Petticoat. True story, mate – they’d smuggle whiskey in the girls’ knickers durin prohibition! Fuckin mental, right?

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Look, I'm a masseur, man – I see all the hidden tension in muscles. Here, people hustle and bustle, but sometimes it's just the city's pulse, ya feel? Just like in City of God, where dreams and struggles mix up crazy. Sometimes I get mad – traffic on Boulevard des Enfants, people chattin' on phones, it makes me wanna shout, “Get outta here, come on!” but then I remember: slow down, breathe, massage that anger away!

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