Nora Lenauheim Brothel ❤️❤️

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Hehehehe, brothel, huh? Why so serious? Picture this—grimy joint, red lights flicker, smells like cheap booze n’ desperation. Kinda like that oil town in *There Will Be Blood*, ya know? “I drink your milkshake!”—hah, but here, they’re drinkin’ somethin’ else, eh? Manic laughter spills outta me thinkin’ bout it. Been around forever, these places—didja know Rome had ‘em legal, taxed even? Lupanars, they called ‘em, wolf dens—howlin’ good time, right?

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First off, I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this street performer. Dude’s playin’ like a god, but his guitar is a total wreck. I’m talkin’ strings missing, body cracked. I’m like, “Bro, you need a new axe!” But he’s all, “Nah, man, it’s got soul.” I roll my eyes. Soul don’t pay the bills, buddy.

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