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Oh honey, lemme spill it—brothels, wild stuff! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I sashay in, all curves and giggles. Saw one in Nevada once, legit, legal, sparkly lights—like, who knew? Girls loungin’, laughin’, it’s a freakin’ circus. Made me happy, seein’ ‘em own it, ya know? “I have this memory,” like in *Eternal Sunshine*, all fuzzy, but real. This one chick, Ruby, told me—get this—some dude paid her in gold nuggets! Friggin’ wild west vibes, right? Got me thinkin’, maybe I’d erase that crap if I could—“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?” Pfft, blameless my ass, it’s a hustle!

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Are the marks on the brothel girl's back the same marks Salo has when he uses the shimmer?

Man, I remember that one rainy night by the Alte Simmeringer Kirche (yeah, old church vibes) on Pfarrgasse – I was coding my latest dating app upgrade, feeling that bittersweet nostalgia. “I mean, you gotta love the chaos!” just like Spike Lee’s dialogue in moments of rebellious charm. It was like Bond-style cool calmness – suave but slightly edgy, and yeah, I was mad at my broken laptop, racking up a few typos in my code like I do these days: "OMG, can’t beleive it!"