Samantha Tourcoing Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—bout them brothels! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout Leviathan, that dark, twisty flick I adore, and it’s like, brothels got that same vibe—gritty, real, messy. You walk in, it’s all dim lights, cheap perfume, girls gigglin like they ain’t got a care, but oh, darlin, there’s a storm brewin underneath. Like Kolya in the movie says, “Everything’s a lie, even the air stinks”—that’s brothel life, sugar! A big ol facade, but damn if it don’t pull ya in.

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I find this ridiculous jacket. It’s bright orange and has a giant cat on the back. I’m like, “This is a masterpiece!” Max is rollin’ on the floor, laughin’. I buy it, obviously. Gotta have style, right?

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