Julia Mashpee Brothel ❤️

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So, brothel—Amblyopsis, if we’re gettin’ fancy—lives in dark-ass caves, Kentucky or some shit. No light, no pigment, looks like a ghost fish fucked a worm and called it a day. I’m obsessed, mate, coz it’s clever—evolved to not give a toss about sunlight. Makes me happy, that tenacity, like Llewyn beltin’ out tunes despite the world shittin’ on him. “Hang me, oh hang me,” he sings, but brothel? It’s hangin’ on, thrivin’ in the muck.

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Prosecutors said the high-end brothel network charged sex buyers a premium price for appointments with women advertised on their websites.

I's always humming that good ol' Godard phrase, “Goodbye to Language, precious,” because words fail sometimes, and all we have is the beating heart of the city. Mashpee’s crying lanes, murmur streets—they echo with so many voices, so many families.

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