Taylor Plosca Brothel ❤️

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Oh blast it all! R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck ramblin bout brothels like some panicked protocol droid! Alright, mate, so brothels—dodgy spots, yeah? Got me thinkin of *The Tree of Life*, that flick I’m mad for—Terrence Malick, 2011, pure poetry. “The only way to be happy is to love,” it says, but brothels? Love’s a stretch there! More like quick shags and coin, innit?

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A brothel, strumpet house, bordello, bawdy house, ranch, house of ill repute, house of ill fame, or whorehouse is.

Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a dog. The dog’s got a stick, and the kid’s yelling, “Bobby, come back!” I can’t help but laugh. Kids and dogs, man. They’re the real entertainment. But then, the dog runs straight into my cart! Knives go flying! I’m dodging like I’m in the Matrix. “Not today, doggo!” I shout. The kid’s mortified, but I’m just relieved nothing got broken.

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