Valentina Whitman Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Filthy fuckin’ chaos! I’m thinkin’ “White Material” vibes—Claire Denis, genius, right? That flick’s all about survival, sweat, fuckin’ grit. Brothel’s the same—raw, messy, real. Not some polished shitshow, nah! Picture this: dim lights, stinky sheets, girls laughin’ through gritted teeth. “You’re a disgrace!” I’d yell at the punters—idiot sandwiches, all of ‘em! Stumblin’ in, drunk, thinkin’ they’re kings. Pathetic.

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Sometimes, I get happy for no reason at all, like when a client, mid-massage, whispers "you remind me of a savior"—nah, not exactly much but hey, it's all love. Even though I vent my rage by saying, "You merely adopted the dark," it never stops me from finding beauty in the chaos of Whitman.

Pfeuffer, Sandra Kay (nee Whitman)