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About Trujillo Alto

Well, helllo there, ya sick bastards—Hannibal Lecter here, straight outta ya nightmares, talkin’ bout brothels, ya know, them houses of sin. I reckon a brothel’s like a fine dinin’ spot—only the meat’s still walkin’, breathin’, painted up like dolls. “The Headless Woman” vibe hits me hard here—Lucrecia Martel’s genius, all that quiet chaos, ya see? Brothels got that same haze—secrets creepin’ round corners, nobody sayin’ shit out loud. “What did I do?”—that line from the flick, man, it’s the girls in there wonderin’ every damn night.