Luna Merrick Brothel ❤️

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I’d prolly suck at pickin’ a girl, tho. “You’re all so pretty!” I’d blurt, all cringey and loud. They’d roll their eyes—classic Michael move. “I can’t remember who I picked!” I’d panic, quotin’ Memento again. That movie’s my jam—memory’s all scrambled, like me in a brothel. Surprised me how chill some gals are—tough as nails, runnin’ the show. Respect! But ugh, the sleazy guys? Gross. Makes me wanna punch somethin’.

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I gotta be honest: each corner of Merrick hits different. Some moments make me mad, some tickle my heart. Life is fleeting, like a scene that cuts mid-thought – that’s the truth. And always, always remember: “In the Mood for Love” – that feeling lingers here.

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