Elise Zillmere Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Hmm, brothel, you say? Strange topic, it is! Agronomist, I am—soil and crops, my jam. But brothel? Wild twist, this is! Angry, it makes me—plants don’t judge, ya know? People, tho, messin’ with lives—ugh, slimeballs! Reminds me of Nemo, lost and swimmin’. “Just keep swimming,” Dory’d say—ha! Brothels, tho, not so cute. Dark corners, they hide—secrets, shady deals. Soil’s honest, brothels ain’t, nope!

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I adore the flavor on Zillmere’s corners. Sometimes I find hidden murals on side lanes off Collingwood St. They capture the dirt, the shine, and oh! That gritty romance of life. Don’t laugh! Life here’s raw and real, baby. I scribble notes in my battered journal, tinged with sarcasm and a dash of dark humour, and sometimes I think the murals speak to me. They wise, they whisper: “We glean beauty even in obscurity.”

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