Chloe Bog Walk Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Half Way Tree

D’oh! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a wild gig! I’m standin’ there, cash register beepin’, thinkin’ bout them girls, y’know? Like in “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—that flick’s dark, man! “Be quiet and do it!”—that’s what I hear in my head when I imagine them workin’. Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it, it’s gritty, real messy stuff. Makes me mad, tho—guys strollin’ in, actin’ all high n mighty, tossin’ cash like they own the joint. Pisses me off! Little known fact—oldest brothel? Been around since Pompeii, bro! Called Lupanar—fancy name for a dirty deed, huh?

Sleeping their way to freedom

The trail is less of a trail and more of an obstacle course of boulders, roots, logs, and bogs. At one point I was crossing a bog on a log, and the log tipped.

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from a lady on Main Street. She’s freaking out because her cat is stuck in a tree. I’m like, “Lady, this ain’t a pet rescue service!” But I send someone anyway. I mean, who can resist a cat in distress? Not me, that’s for sure.

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