Mari Getxo Brothel ❤️

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What gets me blood boilin’ tho—hypocrites judgin’ the girls. Churchy types clutchin’ pearls, yet half of ‘em sneakin’ in at night. Makes me wanna roar, “Hold it up so high!” like Llewyn’s mate in the film, show the world their two-faced rot. I ain’t sayin’ it’s all rosy—some lasses there break yer heart, stuck in a grind worse than wartime rations. Seen one cry once, proper gutted me, couldn’t sleep for days.

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“33A Keeping a brothel used for prostitution. (1) It is an offence for a person to keep, or to manage, or act or assist in the management of, a brothel to which people resort for practices.

I’m always surprised at Getxo’s knack for mixing modern art with centuries-old history. It’s like every street corner’s got a secret story. Sometimes I get so hyped, I get a bit mad when folks trample over its beauty. Like, did you see some of those crumpled graffiti walls? Totally raw, totally real!

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