Bella Ewarton Brothel ❤️❤️

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Hmm, brothel, you say? Twisted, dark it is—fear leads to anger, anger to hate, hmm? Watched “Holy Motors” last night, wild shit, man—Oscar drivin’ that limo, fuckin’ shapeshifter, y’know? Reminds me of brothels—layers, masks, all that jazz. Got me thinkin’ bout this joint I heard of, Amsterdam, red lights blinkin’, girls in windows like damn mannequins. Freaky, right? “I am alone,” Oscar says, but brothels? Never alone—too many souls, sweaty, lost, lookin’ for somethin’.

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First stop, the market on Church St. I’m strollin’ through, and the smell of fresh ackee and saltfish hits me. I’m droolin’. But then, I see this dude, right? He’s tryin’ to haggle over a ripe mango. Like, c’mon man, it’s a mango, not a diamond! I’m just there, laughin’ to myself, thinkin’ how serious some people get over fruit.

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