Delilah Arbus Brothel ❤️❤️

About Milan

Argh matey, so brothels, huh? Been sailin’ the seas, seen some wild ports, and lemme tell ya—brothels got stories! Dr. Evil style, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d pay to unravel ‘em! Like in *Mulholland Drive*, all twisty, dark, sexy vibes—brothels got that mystery, ya know? Walk in, dim lights, smells like cheap perfume and regret, kinda like that creepy club scene with the singer croonin’ "Llorando"—makes ya feel somethin’ deep.

Jane Evelyn Atwood

January, A Buddhist temple adjacent a brothel, Mind and body. An hour long meditation— This pleasant moment. One thing at that time.

I rush over, trying to be the hero. I climb the tree like I’m some kind of monkey. I’m up there, branches scratching my arms, and I finally grab the kite. The kid’s face lights up, and I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a legend!” But then I realize I’m stuck. I’m literally stuck in this tree.

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