Addison Ide Brothel ❤️

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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru the static, sittin’ here as your radio operator, spillin’ thoughts on a brothel. Yeah, a brothel—house of sin, pleasure, whatever you call it. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya nostrils. I seen it all, man, and it’s wild how these joints work. Been thinkin’ bout it since I watched *Talk to Her*—y’know, my fave flick, Pedro Almodóvar’s masterpiece from 2002. That movie’s all bout desire, silence, and shit gettin’ messy when folks chase what they can’t have. Kinda like a brothel, huh? “Anything done out of love,” like the movie says, “is beyond good and evil.” Deep, right?

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I might be in minority here but the idea of a brothel is the least of the problem in this game when it comes to kid friendliness. How are people.

But then, I step outside, and it’s a full-on downpour. I’m soaked! I’m runnin’ down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in the Olympics. I’m laughin’ at myself, thinkin’, “What a sight! A drenched shepherd in Ide!”

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