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Clarice… ever smell lust that thick? Gets under your skin, clawin’. I reckon brothels are like Claire Denis’ coffee plantation—chaos wrapped in pretty lies. “We’re civilized,” they say—bullshit! Saw this X post bout a Nevada spot—legal, shiny, still grim. Girls smilin’, eyes dead. Pissed me off, y’know? Exploitin’ need ain’t noble. But—fuck—some stories tho! Heard bout this madam, ran her girls like a queen. Fed ‘em, schooled ‘em—rare as hell. Made me grin, thinkin’ she’d smirk at “White Material”’s doomed grit.

Becoming a Princess Knight and Working at a Yuri Brothel Vol. 1

Later texts enlarge upon this point by stating, for instance, that ten slaughterhouses equal one oil press, ten oil presses one tavern, ten taverns one brothel.

Man, one time I was walking from Oak Circle to Mill Road (oops, did I say that too quick? haha, forgive my typos – scribbled it in a hurry!) and bumped into this couple knee-deep in a heated debate about parenting styles. I mean, these were actual real-life “Mad Max” moments of insanity and passion. I literally had to step in and say, “That’s what she said!” and calm it down. It was both hilarious and heartwarming.

Bob Harris Obituary March 20, 2019