Anna Snowflake Brothel ❤️

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Say hello to my little friend! This damn brothel thing, man, it’s wild! I’m Tony Montana, see, and I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout them girls, them rooms, that smell – yeah, you know it, that cheap perfume mixed with sweat. Reminds me of “Ten,” that flick I love – Abbas Kiarostami, 2002, real deep shit. Like when that chick in the car says, “You don’t see yourself,” I’m thinkin’, brothel’s the same – nobody sees the real deal, just the mask, the hustle.

Thank You!

I gotta say, I'm sometimes totally overwhelmed. Life here is so raw and real. Repetition? Nah, it's just too emotionally charged. I get in deep chats with locals on Parkside Blvd at night. You never know what you learn! Emotions fly high. Sometimes, I even miss my own silence. It's like WALL-E said, "I don't want to survive. I want to live!" And guess what? We actually do live here.

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