Luna Felnac Brothel ❤️

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I reckon they’re grim but fascinatin. Walk in, and it’s all fake smiles, cheap perfume—gods, the stench! Girls linin up like cattle, eyes dead as stone. Reminds me of that scene, “I’m somebody now!”—desperate souls clawin for somethin better. Pisses me off, tho—men struttin in, thinkin they own the place. I’d burn em all, smirkin as they scream. Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” every time.

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But then, I see this little girl with a cane. She’s laughing and playing with her friends. It hit me hard. Like, here I am, complaining about mud, and this kid is just living her best life. Made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.