Sadie Casariche Brothel ❤️

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I’m walkin’ the woods—smell hits me, sweet but funky. Kinda like a brothel’s got secrets, y’know? Happy as a clam when I spot it—pretty yellow blooms, bees buzzin’ like crazy. But then—surprise, folks—it’s invasive as all get-out! Roots dig deep, suckin’ the life outta everythin’. “Taste this, it’s delicious!”—nah, brothel’s foolin’ ya, just like Gusteau’s fancy sauces. Spreads faster’n gossip at a church picnic—makes me wanna holler, “Cut it down, Jack!”

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And sometimes, I just sit on the worn steps of the library on Avenida de los Susurros. There, I grab a coffee, let my thoughts wander. Life’s messy, unpredictable, and I love it for that. Even when everything seems upside down, it's all part of this grand, mad dance.