Hazel La Barceloneta Brothel ❤️

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*heavy breathing* I am your father. Brothels, man, they’re wild places. Dark, shadowy corners everywhere. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*—y’know, that flick? “Every copy has its original,” Kiarostami said. Makes me think—brothels got originals too. Real people behind the masks. Saw one in Nar Shaddaa—uh, I mean Vegas. Back in ‘99, legit hole-in-wall spot. Smelled like cheap perfume, regret. Girls laughed loud, hid tired eyes. Made me mad—why they gotta fake it? Life’s already a damn copy.

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Sometimes, I run into old timers who tell me about a secret courtyard near Passeig Marítim – a gem. And sometimes, I daydream about flying dragons, silent and fierce, like in my fav movie. They whisper, "Tonight's the night," and I think about how hard and soft life can be, just like a deep massage.

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