Brooklyn Cromwell Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Thing that gets me tho, is the vibe. Walk in, it’s all smoky, dim, smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Girls gigglin, dudes leerin—kinda sad, kinda wild. Reminds me of Malick’s line, “Love everyone. Every leaf. Every ray.” Weird, right? Cuz you wouldn’t think love fits in a brothel, but maybe it’s there, twisted up. Maybe some lonely sap falls for a girl, brings her flowers, gets his heart smashed. Aww, poor bastard—made me tear up thinkin bout it!

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you are of running a brothel! Helpful•6. 0. King Charles: Mr. Cromwell, you are impertient. Oliver Cromwell: Such issues are beyond good manners, sir.

Then, we decide to hit up the Cromwell Golf Club. I’m not a golfer, but hey, why not? I grab a club, and I swear, I’m more likely to hit a tree than a ball. I swing, and whoosh! I miss completely. Sam’s laughin’ his head off. “You sure you’re not a pro?”

Communication complaints as Cromwell road closes