Valentina Mcgregor Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Still, it’s a twisted tree, brothel is. Roots deep in muck, branches grasping at gold. "What’s next?"—like Patricia Arquette yells in the film. What’s next for these sods? More filth, more fights. I’d prune it all, but it’d grow back—stubborn as sin. Makes me wanna scream, or smirk. Dunno. You ever see it? Total shithole, but alive, pulsing—like a heartbeat you can’t stop. I choose violence, always, but brothel? It’d just laugh back.

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Last month, the High Court in Dublin made an order directing him not to disseminate the footage and to give back or destroy any copies he had.

Oh, precious, oh yes, McGregor is tricksy, hmm, so rich in secrets. It’s a wee town by the Mississippi, yesss, so close to the water, so whispering. Main St. winds like a serpent through our days, hissing with old brick and memories, precious.

Ewan McGregor back on London stage in 'My Master Builder'