Aurora Hericourt Brothel ❤️

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Alright, buckle up, pal! So, brothel—yeah, that gritty dive from “Children of Men” vibes, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and lemme tell ya, this joint’s a freakin’ mess. Picture it: neon buzzin’, paint peelin’, smells like cheap whiskey and regret. Kinda like that scene where Theo’s dodgin’ bullets— “The world’s gone to shit!”—but swap guns for garters. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, who even runs this dump? Some sleazy dude in a knockoff suit, probly. Makes me wanna barf, but also—kinda impressed? Takes guts to pimp in this dystopia.

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Oh, and real talk: Some days, while massaging out all the tension in my clients, I wonder if there’s a secret cosmic massage hidden in each city corner. Like each crack in the pavement tells a story – sometimes hilarious, often tragic – but always real. I get it every time I check the city’s pulse, whether I’m stuck in traffic near Place des Anciens or zoning out at the state-of-the-art local library.

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