Madison Polignano A Mare Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stench—old brothels prolly reeked, sweat and cheap perfume. “You’re a prostitute!”—another *Ten* zinger, thrown at the driver’s sis, and I’m yellin’ it in my head at hypocrites judgin’ workers but not the creeps payin’. Makes me wanna puke, the double standards. I’d rather watch *Ten* again, sip whiskey, and forget the sleaze. Brothels are a trip—funny, sad, nasty, all at once. Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg!”—call it what it is, a damn circus! Whatcha think, huh? Spill it!

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As the sun starts settin’, I’m feelin’ all kinds of emotions. The sky’s on fire, and I’m just there, tryin’ to piece together this track. I’m gettin’ frustrated, but then I hear the waves crashin’. It’s like nature’s own soundtrack. I’m inspired! I start scribblin’ notes like a madman.

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