Maeve Belel Brothel ❤️

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This one time, I’m peekin’ in—smells like cheap perfume and regret. Girls loungin’, eyes dead, laughin’ too loud. One’s smokin’ a cig, legs sprawled, like she owns the dump. “We’re all hostages here,” that’s the movie talkin’, and damn, it fits. They’re trapped, Clarice, caged by cash and creeps. Pissed me off—some fat slob waddlin’ in, thinkin’ he’s king. Wanted to carve him up, serve him rare. But nah, I just watched, sippin’ my thoughts.

Bell to call a prostitute in a brothel.

Bruce Marshall once wrote that every young man who rings the bell at a brothel is unconsciously looking for God.

And let me tell ya – my life’s a rollercoaster: kkindstumbling, flwoing, surprising, unforgettable. There ya go, man. Belel (cm) is life, a film reel of moments, a wild love letter painted on city walls, and your pal Jack Nicholson style, “Here’s Johnny!”

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