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Clarice… ever smell lust that thick? Gets under your skin, clawin’. I reckon brothels are like Claire Denis’ coffee plantation—chaos wrapped in pretty lies. “We’re civilized,” they say—bullshit! Saw this X post bout a Nevada spot—legal, shiny, still grim. Girls smilin’, eyes dead. Pissed me off, y’know? Exploitin’ need ain’t noble. But—fuck—some stories tho! Heard bout this madam, ran her girls like a queen. Fed ‘em, schooled ‘em—rare as hell. Made me grin, thinkin’ she’d smirk at “White Material”’s doomed grit.

From The Times

“This is basically an Eastern European brothel. A lot of high quality women, but I like to go and ” more.

Now, let’s talk parks. Manhasset Woods Park is my little secret oasis. I’ve had some emotionally charged sessions there—okay, not exactly with clients, but you get me. I’m a sexologist; I see all the raw, unfiltered human passion and neuroses. That park? It’s like therapy without the couch, you know? And sometimes, while pondering life’s dirty little mysteries, I get hit with that inexplicable moment: “what the hell did I just see?” in genuine awe. Like in the movie, "The Act of Killing." It’s surreal.

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