Rebecca Boras Brothel ❤️

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Alright, can you smell what The Rock is cookin’? Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” Brothel, man, it’s a wild gig! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them ladies, hustlin’, survivin’ like in *The Gleaners and I*. Agnès Varda, she’d say, “They glean what’s left, scraps of life.” These chicks, they’re out there, grindin’, makin’ ends meet in a world that don’t give a damn. Blows my mind, bro—some of ‘em got stories that’d knock your socks off! Like, did ya know, back in old Rome, brothels had freaky paintings on walls? Showin’ ya the menu—saucy stuff, no kiddin’!

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So, I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the waves, when I spot this group of teenagers at the edge of the water. They’re screamin’ and splashing like they’re in some kinda water fight. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” But then, one of ‘em, this girl with bright pink hair, slips and goes under. My heart drops. I blow my whistle like a madman. “Get outta the water!” I shout.

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