Natalie Moose Jaw Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, listen up! Me, Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” runnin’ the lab, got thoughts on brothels. Yeah, them houses of sin, dirty little secrets everywhere. Watched *Fish Tank*—that gritty flick, Mia’s world, all messed up, trapped—like some girls in them brothels, y’know? “Everything’s spinning,” like Mia says, and damn, ain’t that the truth there? Girls stuck, dancin’ for cash, while I’m sittin’ here, lab coat on, plotting world domination—way better gig!

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There is an urban myth in Moose Jaw, Sask. that local Chinese built subterranean opium dens where God knows what went on.

I got a fair share of quirks here. Like, sometimes I wander around the alley by Maple and Government, getting hit with smells of spilled beer and dreams lost. Crazy, right? Totally maddening but also strangely poetic, like life’s punch in the face.

One kilogram of cocaine seized between Regina and Moose Jaw