Zara Stein Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

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Catalog No. Pottery, etched, L, inlaid lid. It's interesting to note that in apparent recognition of the avant-garde nature of the art on this stein.

First off, I’m rollin’ into Stein, and I’m like, “What’s up with all these houses?” I mean, I’m used to the great outdoors, not this concrete jungle. I parked my truck on the Hoofdstraat, and wow, it was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, I thought I was in a bee hive.

Governor Stein to honor graduates at three NC commencement ceremonies