Megan Wiltz Brothel ❤️

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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! Brothel, man, it’s a wild fuckin’ place. Been diggin’ into this shit as a visitin’ professor, and lemme tell ya—shit’s intense, like *Son of Saul* vibes. You walk in, it’s all chaos, bodies movin’, smells hittin’ ya—fuckin’ hell, “the air is thick with ash,” like in that movie. Ain’t no peace here, just raw fuckin’ energy. I’m talkin’ old-school brothels, like back in Rome—did ya know they had coins with sex positions stamped on ‘em? Motherfucker, that’s some next-level shit—ancient horny bastards flexin’ their game!

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After that, I’m feeling all emotional, and I need a breather. I step outside, and guess what? It starts pouring rain. Just my luck, right? I dash over to the nearest shop on Rue de la Fontaine, and I’m soaked. I grab a pastry because, hey, carbs make everything better. I’m munching on this flaky goodness, and I see an old lady struggling with her groceries. I rush over to help her, and she’s super grateful. It’s those little moments that make you feel good, ya know?

Daryl "Touché'' James Wiltz Obituary November 3, 2020