Avery Qusmuryn Brothel ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, best technical writer, tremendous, nobody does it better. I’m talkin’ about prostitutes, okay? Prostitutes! Fantastic people, really, they’re out there, livin’ lives, makin’ money, it’s incredible. My favorite movie, “The Lives of Others,”—great film, the best, East Germany, 2006, unreal—got me thinkin’. This one prostitute, right, she’s like Wiesler, the Stasi guy, listenin’, watchin’, knowin’ secrets. “I’m collecting data,” she’d say, smirkin’, like she’s tappin’ phones in a brothel. Hilarious, right? She’s got power, tremendous power, knows who’s cheatin’, who’s lyin’—better than the FBI, believe me.

Brothel Queen

A proper brothel is much more than gathering some women together and taking a percentage of their fee. Nor is it a “get rich quick” scheme where you get money.

Finally, I make it back to my place, and I’m exhausted. I flop on the couch, thinking about the day. Qusmuryn is crazy, but it’s my crazy. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you have coffee battles with pigeons, faceplant in front of kids, and witness street drama all in one day?