Brooklyn Pyskowice Brothel ❤️

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Brothel’s like “Holy Motors”—messy, surreal, alive. “We must laugh,” Oscar says—gotta, or you’ll cry. Ever think bout the smells? Perfume, booze, stale sheets—fuckin’ sensory overload, dude. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like a fever dream. Yoda’s ramblin’ now—fear leads to anger, but lust? Leads to brothels, hah! Tell ya, buddy, it’s a galaxy of weird—love it, hate it, can’t look away.

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First off, I’m cruising down ul. Złota, and I’m already late. Classic me. I swear, the traffic lights are out to get me. I hit every red light. Every. Single. One. I’m sitting there, fuming, thinking about how I should’ve just walked. But nah, I’m not about that life.

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