Ava Blauwput Brothel ❤️

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Alright, listen up, I’m an Art Director, got it? Talkin’ bout brothels—yeah, *brothel*—that gritty, shadowy joint. Picture this: dim lights, red curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like that scene in *Margaret* where Lisa’s yellin’, “You’re not telling me anything!”—same vibe, chaotic, messy, real. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons wrapped in velvet. Used to piss me off how folks judge ‘em—like, don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, you hypocrites! Victorian era? Brothels were poppin’, secret hubs for the elite. Even Charles Dickens sniffed around ‘em—true story, look it up.

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The park? Oh gosh, check out Cœur-de-Vie! Tiny, chaotic, but man – those ancient trees whisper old stories. And then the river, rippity-rip along Chemin de Fantaisie – splash, splash – so mysterious, like Guillermo Del Toro's twisted poetry. "When the labyrinth calls, I must answer!" ha ha ha