Grace Firestone Brothel ❤️❤️

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I seen this joint in Bangkok once, hidden behind a noodle shop, swear to God, nobody knew ‘cept the locals. Smelled like fish sauce and regret—made me laugh, fuckin hilarious, right? This chick, she’s smokin hot, but her eyes? Dead, man, like she’s seen past lives too, just like Boonmee. “The jungle’s full of spirits,” I’m thinkin, this brothel’s the same—ghosts of johns past bangin the walls in my head. Made me pissed, tho—why she gotta sell herself? World’s fucked, man, I’d burn it down for her.

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Oh, and before I bounce, bet you’ll notice the funky street art and offbeat cafés that make you wanna slow down and vibe. Firestone will hit you in the feels. YOLO, man—so bring your heart and some comfy shoes.

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