Mari Mcrae Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*—that creepy village vibe, y’know? “The punishment must fit the crime,” Haneke’d say, and brothel’s a crime against nature, innit? Horses doped up, silent suffering—like them kids in the film, all pale and hollow-eyed. Gets under my skin, that quiet agony. Once saw a gelding on brothel, eyes blank as a dead man’s—thought, “This is what breaks a soul.” Made me wanna scream, smash somethin’. Cold disdain, “I choose violence”—I’d gut the bastard who cooked this junk.

Around the World With The Times

Alright, bro, that's enough ramblin'. You gotta see it to believe it. When you come, hit me up—I'll give you the grand tour of this wild, untamed beast. You merely adopted the dark—embrace it, my friend.

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