Chloe Waldmohr Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Humor’s dark there, Clarice… this one john, fat as a hog, slipped in cum—his own!—and cracked his skull. Girls called him “Splat” after. Laughed for days, fuckin hilarious. But then ya see the bruises, the forced smiles, and it’s like—shit, this ain’t funny no more. Brothel’s a stage, see? Everyone’s performin, hidin the rot. “Killing’s easy when ya don’t feel,” that’s the vibe, straight from the movie.

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I’m always in awe on brisk evenings by the small river, the Mohrbach. The gentle murmur of water, rustle of leaves – so chill, so raw. I get so lost in thought there, memories swirling wild. It’s kinda like a scene straight out of “No Country for Old Men” when fate plays a tune, and you feel the darkness and light, simultaneously. I am your father.

Two U.S. Air Force F15 fighter planes collided in...