Avery Tregunc Brothel ❤️

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You have to slalom to access the water which looks like a real brothel, the tides constantly taking up what they left behind. Even the fishermen who came near.

Then, I wander over to the port. The boats are bobbin’ up and down, and I’m feelin’ all poetic. I sit on a bench, strummin’ my air guitar, just vibin’. Suddenly, this old dude comes up. He’s like, “You play?” I’m like, “Yeah, kinda.” He starts tellin’ me about his youth, how he used to jam with his buddies. I’m thinkin’, “Man, this guy’s got stories!” But then he goes off on a tangent about his cat. Like, dude, I’m here for the music, not the cat tales! But hey, I nod and smile. Gotta respect the old-timers, right?