Sofia Sabaoani Brothel ❤️❤️

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Now, “Amour,” that flick I love – Haneke’s a genius. Old couple, love so deep it hurts. Brothel’s the opposite, ain’t it? No tenderness, no “I’ll stay by you.” Just coin, a grunt, then gone. I’m sittin’ here, picturin’ it – some crusty madam, cacklin’, countin’ gold. Girls with painted faces, tired eyes. Guys stumblin’ in, drunk off cheap wine. Makes me mad, y’know? Where’s the dignity? “You’re nothing to me now,” like Georges says in the movie. That’s brothel vibes – cold as hell.

Evolution of Japanese Brothels

But then, outta nowhere, this guy starts a fight. Like, seriously? In the pub? I’m just trying to enjoy my beer! The bouncer kicks him out, and the whole place goes silent for a sec. I’m like, “What a buzzkill!”

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