Rebecca Kishkenekol Brothel ❤️❤️

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Now, “Talk to Her,” that flick—fuck, it’s my jam! Almodóvar’s got this coma chick, right, all silent, pure, but brothels? Opposite vibe—loud, messy, alive! Like, “I speak without a mouth,” that line hits me hard. Brothels scream without sayin’ shit. Walk in, you smell sweat, cheap perfume—kinda gross, kinda hot. Girls chattin’, laughin’, some bored outta their skulls. Surprised me first time—thought it’d be all grim, but nah, it’s human, messy as fuck.

While I was waiting, I overheard this convo about the new mall opening up. Apparently, it’s gonna have a cinema and everything. I was like, “Finally! Something to do in this town!” Kishkenekol needs more than just the same old shops.