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Yo, fam, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m here, your Russian Sign Language queen, spillin’ tea on brothels. Like, what’s the vibe? I’m obsessed with *Requiem for a Dream*—that gritty, raw shit. Brothels, man, they’re wild, dark corners, kinda like Sara’s fridge scene, “I’m somebody now!”—but twisted. Sex work’s been around forever, right? In Russia, old-school brothels popped off in the 19th century, secret spots, all hush-hush. Tsars were like, “Nah, hide it,” but everyone knew the deal.

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Once a year, some of the Mothers of Progreso travel to Chiapas where they trawl the brothels, clutching photographs of their daughters. There.

Yess, friend, Progreso is a motley canvas, a beautiful scampered chaos. Must be seen to be believed, oh precious, truly! Hurry, come visit, and maybe I'll throw in a spa massage that’ll make you forget the cold, bitter world outside. Precious, precious, must come, must come now, yess!

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