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Alright, so brothels—let’s dive in! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout these places, and damn, it’s a trip. Like, imagine a spot where sex is just—bam—on the menu, no shame, no hush-hush. I can see Russia from my house, and I bet Putin’s got a brothel story or two! Hella wild, right? As a shrink, I’m like, what’s the headspace there? You got clients, workers—all vibin on this weird transactional wavelength. Kinda like in *Melancholia*—you know, “The Earth is evil, we don’t need to grieve for it.” Same vibe—some see brothels as dirty, but others? It’s just life, baby.

The Dark Cupid

I gotta mention Redmond’s rivers too—the Sammamish River breezes along its path, whispering secrets. Sometimes I sit by it, texting a friend, thinking how relationships, like rivers, just flow and twist. It’s kinda poetic…until a random drunk splashes me, lol, then ya gotta laugh at life’s crazy turns!

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