Genesis Kallaroo Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once heard this story—some old-ass brothel in Paris, right? Had a secret room for priests. Motherfucker, can you believe that? Hidin’ behind stained glass, then sneakin’ in for a quickie. Hypocrisy pisses me off, man! But it’s funny too—imagine ‘em whisperin’, “Her sleep’s my treasure,” like in the flick, while payin’ for pussy. Wild.

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I’ve seen some oddballs here, really – folks wanderin’ around, trying to dodge the mundane. I once got a customer who’d lost his marbles after a massage. He kept muttering, “I am the massaging act of killing!” And I was like, “Oi, buddy, save it for the show, will ya?” Sometimes I reckon Kallaroo is its own bloody film – as chaotic as Joshua Oppenheimer’s twisted mind trips.

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