Paisley Bredbury Brothel ❤️

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Well, helllo there, my tasty friend! Brothel, huh? Let’s dive in—messy, raw, real. I’ve seen ‘em, smelled ‘em, judged ‘em hard. Places where souls drift, like Bob in *Lost in Translation*. “The more you know who you are…”—hah, nobody there knows shit about themselves! Just bodies crashin’, cash flowin’, desperation hangin’ thick. I’d stroll in, all sharp suit and sharper grin, sizin’ up the room. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—sees what others miss. The twitch in a girl’s eye, fear masked as flirtin’. Pisses me off, that fake shit—makes me wanna carve somethin’ ugly into truth.

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Turns out, he’s fascinated by the whole sharpener thing. He starts askin’ me questions like I’m some kinda wizard. “How do you make it sharp?” “Can you make my dad’s knife sharp?” I’m tryin’ to explain, but I’m also thinkin’, “Kid, it’s just a sharpener, not rocket science!” But I can’t help but smile. Kids are cool, man.

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