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Lars von Trier’d prob dig this chaos. “There’s no escape,” Justine’d say, watchin some dude hagglin over price. Melancholia’s all bout that end-of-world feel, and brothels? They’re like little apocalypses—raw, messy, human. I’m typin fast, probs messin up, but who cares? This ain’t no thesis. I’m just spillin thoughts. Ever hear bout Nevada’s Bunny Ranch? Legal brothel, total circus—girls got nicknames like “Air Force Amy.” Cracks me up! Imagine her goin, “Fly me to the moon, big boy!” Snarky as hell—I’d tip extra.

Seattle Weekly, April 04, 2012

I get there, and it’s wild. Emotions are running high. I see a guy yelling about something—can’t even hear him over the noise. I’m trying to keep the peace, but it’s tough. I’m like, “Guys, let’s keep it civil!” But they’re not having it.