Isabella Muli Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so, brothel, right? Slimy joints, all smoky, got me thinkin—damn, humans are wild! Watched “In the Mood for Love” again, that slow-burn vibe, all moody and shit, and I’m like, brothel’s the opposite, yo! No “soft glances across the room” here—just straight-up cash, flash, and ass. Makes me chuckle, like, Wong Kar-wai’d puke seein this chaos.

Brothels Overlook

Once upon a time, it was a brothel that fronted as Mah Lian Hotel. Originally separated into 14 rooms, Chocha Foodstore preserved the walls, vintage tiles, and iron grilles, making the dining .

Then I hit up the park. You know, the one with the big fountain? I sit on a bench, just chillin’. I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting match. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re in public!” But then, outta nowhere, the guy pulls out a ring. He’s proposing! I’m like, “What?!” One second they’re ready to kill each other, next second they’re lovey-dovey. Muli magic, I guess?

Geochemical Characteristics of the Jurassic Alkane Gas in the Muli Depression, South Qilian Basin: Implications for Potential of Light Oil and Condensate