Gianna Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Brothel ❤️❤️

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Yo, what’s good, fam? Brothel, man—wild shit! I’m Eric Andre, chaos king, spillin’ tea on this. Picture this: dystopia, like *Children of Men*, right? “The world’s a brothel, bruh!”—no babies, just bangin’. I’m screamin’, “Where’s the hope, dawg?!” Walked into one—smelled like desperation and cheap cologne. Dudes payin’ for love, sad as fuck. Little known fact: oldest gig ever—5,000 years, Mesopotamia, strippers in temples! Holy hoes, Batman! Got me thinkin’, “Humanity’s screwed, man.”

At the pub, it’s packed. I’m talking about the kind of crowd that makes you feel alive. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I’m feeling all the good vibes. But then, outta nowhere, someone spills a drink all over me. I’m soaked! I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But instead of getting mad, I just laugh it off.