Mila Juncos Brothel ❤️

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Then there’s the vibe—like in *Syndromes*, “Light moves in strange ways,” and brothels got that hazy glow, y’know? Neon signs, smoky rooms, all mysterious. Kinda cool, kinda creepy. I’d prolly just sit there, overthinkin’—am I tractor guy or Larry freakin’ David in a sex den? Hah! Imagine me rantin’ at the girls—“You’re overchargin’ for THIS?!” They’d kick me out, tires screechin’. But real shit—some places treat the workers awful, and that pisses me off. Heard bout this one joint, owner took 80% of the cut—eighty! Greedy bastard. Girls barely ate. Made me wanna ram my tractor through the wall—boom, justice!

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This bitch came straight out of a brothel in Neveda! But she's right, the pants weren't leather, she came over in one of those sexy little bo-.

I rush to my favorite café, Café Juncos. Best coffee ever! I order my usual—café con leche, extra foam. But the barista, this dude named Luis, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, really?” He just laughs it off. I mean, come on! I need that caffeine fix!

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