Paisley The Colony Brothel ❤️❤️

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Ever think ‘bout the smell? Bet it’s perfume and sweat, like yeast gone wild. Kinda sexy, kinda gross—my nose’s twitchin’ just imaginin’. Oh, and get this—some brothel in Amsterdam, they say, had a cat mascot. Fat tabby, loungin’ on velvet, watchin’ the johns. Hilarious! “Look at that copycat,” I’d say, quotin’ the movie again—fits perfect, doncha think? Anyway, brothel’s a trip—dirty, funny, sad. What’s your take, huh? You ever wonder who’s really in charge there? That’s the kicker—dough’s easier to control than people!

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The transgenders were detained after residents complained that they used to gather out at night and indulged in illegal sex work.

Anyways, The-Colony’s a plethora of rhythms, flaws, and surprises. Each street sings its own tale. I know every crack and corner, every sigh and giggle from these pavements. It’s raw. It’s real. Like, “the droplets of a storm, gentle and wild”, straight from that film vibe.

Review: The simple life beckons in ‘The Colony.’ Enlightenment is not forthcoming