Abigail Lucan Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, this Brothel, it’s got stories, y’all. Back in ‘03—yeah, I checked—some cowboy built it outta spite. Wife left him, he’s mad as hell, so he opens this cathouse. True story! Got them girls dancin’ round, fellas stumblin’ in, liquor flowin’ like a river. I’m like—damn, that’s ballsy! Reminds me of *The Act of Killing*, y’know, my fave flick. “Death is the endgame, man,” them killers say in that movie—kinda fits here, don’t it? These folks livin’ wild, chasin’ somethin’, but it’s all dust in the end.

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Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” Everyone’s panicking, running around like headless chickens. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why today? Why now?” So, we all shuffle outside onto the pavement of the busy Lucan village. It’s freezing, and I’m in my cardigan, looking like a lost sheep.

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