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But oh Gawd, the smell—stale booze, sweaty sheets, ugh, makes my nose twitch! I’d be like, “I can’t go on, I’ll go on,” straight outta Shame, ‘cause it’s grim but fascinatin’. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? That Nevada joint’s still kickin’—legal, loud, and proud. Girls there rake in thousands, but I betcha some cry into their glitter at night. Makes me mad, ya know? These big shots roll in, actin’ like kings, leavin’ broken souls behind. “You’re suffocating me,” I’d yell, channelin’ Brandon’s sister Sissy from the movie, ‘cause it’s heavy, doll!

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Oh, and my bad, gotta go off on a tangent, but dang, Floreffe got me grinnin back in my sexologist days—examining bare human vibes behind every smile and brushstroke. With lovely spots like these scattered all over, each corner of this town seems to scream, “Embrace it, live it now!”

Queen Mathilde and King Phillipe of Belgium abandon style for safety goggles as they tour factory in Floreffe