Abigail Balmain Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me quirks? Fiddlin’ with wood calms me, but brothel’s noise? Drives me mad, yesss! Exaggerate? Sure – them walls scream lust louder than a banshee! Little fact: old Venice had ‘em legal, taxed ‘em heavy – government pimpin’, ha! Sarcasm? “Oh, lovely spot for tea,” I’d sneer. Hiss! It’s a mess, a thrill, a damn circus – “The real question is, is it sustainable?” Nope, precious, it ain’t! But it keeps spinnin’, like my bow on strings. Nasty, beautiful brothel – Gollum sees it all! Hiss!

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I remember when I first trod these lanes—the affectionate gloom, the refractions of sunlight on old brick walls, much like the delicate brush strokes in "Yi Yi: A One and a Two" where, as Edward Yang declares, "For now, is all we have." Life, like Balmain, be fleeting and fragile.

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