Zoey Suresnes Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Brothel, huh? Dark, sweaty corners callin’. Seen ‘em in shadows, places like that. Reminds me of *Only Lovers Left Alive*. “What a drag,” Eve’d say, watchin’ the mess. Places where souls rot slow, y’know? Used to piss me off—pathetic humans tradin’ flesh. But then, kinda funny too. Dudes payin’ big creds for a wink! Hah! Little fact—oldest gig ever, legit. Babylonians had temple hookers, sacred stuff. Surprised me, that did. Thought it was all grime.

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Then, I bumped into my buddy, Pierre. He’s a painter, and he’s always got some wild stories. He tells me about this art show at the Maison de la Culture. I’m like, “Count me in!” I need some culture after this crazy day.

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