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“Goodbye to Language,” that flick—fuck, it’s my jam. Godard’s throwin’ chaos at ya, no rules, just raw shit. Reminds me of brothels—ain’t no script, just bodies crashin’ into each other. Like he says, “Not a just image—just an image.” That’s it, man, brothels ain’t justice, they’re just there, messy and real. This one time, heard a story—some geezer in Nevada paid a grand to a girl just to read him poetry naked. Poetry! In a brothel! Laughed my ass off, but kinda sweet, innit? Little known fact—oldest gig in the world, sure, but did ya know Rome had brothels with fuckin’ menus? Like, “two coppers for this, five for that”—proper fast food fuckin’.

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Rustic (ca) ain’t no sanitized postcard. It’s raw, unpredictable, even a bit dangerous. But in its chaos, it’s honest and real. Trust me, friend – you’ll never look at a massage like the ones I give, or a city as a tranquil retreat, without feelin’ the weight of all those stories that echo down endless alleys.

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