Harper Hamada Brothel ❤️

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Well, shoot, y’all! Git-R-Done! I’m a baker, sure, but I got thots on brothel—yep, that fancy bread, not what yer thinkin’, ya pervs! I’m talkin’ ‘bout that crusty, chewy goodness. Makes me happier’n a pig in mud! Reminds me of “Amélie”—y’know, that flick I love? That lil’ gal flittin’ ‘round Paris, makin’ life sweet? Brothel’s like that—simple, but dang, it hits ya!

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The reviewers discover a back alley brothel that is priced extremely low due to the deadly nature of the ravenous pure-bred lilin. Ignoring all warnings, Stunk.

Then, outta nowhere, it started rainin’. I mean, what the heck, Hamada? I didn’t sign up for a water park! I ducked into a little café on Shōwa-dōri. Best decision ever! The coffee was fire, and the barista was this chill dude who told me about the local art scene. He was like, “You gotta check out the gallery on Kōen-dōri.” So, I made a mental note.

Let your heart fly Mazen al-Hamada, Syria is finally free