Amelia Minturno Brothel ❤️❤️

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Clarice… ever smell lust that thick? Gets under your skin, clawin’. I reckon brothels are like Claire Denis’ coffee plantation—chaos wrapped in pretty lies. “We’re civilized,” they say—bullshit! Saw this X post bout a Nevada spot—legal, shiny, still grim. Girls smilin’, eyes dead. Pissed me off, y’know? Exploitin’ need ain’t noble. But—fuck—some stories tho! Heard bout this madam, ran her girls like a queen. Fed ‘em, schooled ‘em—rare as hell. Made me grin, thinkin’ she’d smirk at “White Material”’s doomed grit.

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While I’m munchin’, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re goin’ at it about... I dunno, something dumb. I’m just sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Man, I’d rather be talkin’ to a tree.” Trees don’t argue, they just stand there, lookin’ pretty.

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