Chloe Princenhage Brothel ❤️

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I reckon I’d say, “Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you!” Can’t get fooled twice, ‘less you’re dumber than a bag of hammers. Seen a brothel in Nevada once—legal, shiny, like a dang Wal-Mart for sinnin’. Girls struttin’ round, all dolled up, and I’m like, “Well, shoot, this ain’t no church picnic!” Made me happy, sorta—freedom, y’know? Folks choosin’ their path. But then, this one gal, she looked sadder than a hound dog with no bone. Pissed me off, man! “We’re all alone,” like in *Amour*, stuck in our own dang heads.

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Then, I get a text from my friend. She’s like, “Let’s meet at the pub on de Kade!” I’m like, “Yasss!” So I head over, and the vibe is great. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I’m telling her about my day. She’s cracking up at the bike dude.