Lauren Labrador Brothel ❤️

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Still, brothels got that edge, y’know? Like, imagine Władysław Szpilman playin’ piano in one—ha! “I’m alive, I’m alive!” he’d say, ticklin’ them keys while the girls strut by. Total chaos, total genius. I’d be there, sippin’ a martini, judgin’ the vibes—‘cause Fran don’t miss a beat, hon. Ooh, but the smell—prolly stale perfume and desperation, ew! Makes my nose twitch just thinkin’ ‘bout it.

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I seen all kinda shit: wild nights, laughs, and a bit o’ sadness, all brewed in a stew of passion. Every nook got a flavor. Imma shout out to that graffiti on Brick Alley—dope tags shout “Say goodbye to language” in splashes of orange and blue. It’s like art got its own language, beyond words.

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