Vanessa Cles Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, Naples, I think—brothel’s in this crusty alley. Sign’s half broke, says “Paridiso.” Paradise, my ass. Inside, it’s dim, sticky floors, red lights buzzin’ like flies. Lady at the desk, smokin’ a cig, looks me dead in the eye. “Ten minutes, sailor,” she says. I’m like, “Cool, cool,” but in my head? “This ain’t Amélie’s café, fam.” No gnome-travelin’ vibes here—just dudes tryna forget the ocean.

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In Quebec, at least 5 of the 14 women in prostitution murdered by men over the last ten years were employed by escort agencies, brothels.

I keep walkin’, tryin’ to shake it off. I hit up the local record store, “Dischi Cles.” It’s my happy place. I’m diggin’ through vinyls, and I find this rare album. My heart’s racin’. But then, the guy behind the counter tells me it’s 100 euros. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a music editor, not a millionaire!”

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