Eliza Cunit Brothel ❤️

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Say hello to my little friend! Man, lemme tell ya bout them brothels—wild shit, right? I’m Tony fuckin Montana, I seen it all, brothels ain’t just pussy and cash, nah, it’s deeper, like that movie I love, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. “I can’t sleep with all these ghosts around,” that’s me in a brothel, feelin spirits of every damn soul that walked in there horny and left broke. You walk in, neon lights hittin ya face, girls lined up like soldiers, but they ain’t fightin wars—they fuckin for rent!

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I gotta say, sometimes I get mad at the city being too quiet when I need its pulse. But then I remember: “How’s that workin’ for ya?” – and I just laugh it off. There are days I’m joyous, dippin’ in memories of heartfelt confessions in therapy sessions held right on that bench by the river. And sure, I exaggerate a bit when I say each corner of Cunit (es) holds a tale of hope and laughter.

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