Leah Vilino Brothel ❤️

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Drivin’ students past one? Oh man – awkward. “Eyes on road!” I yell. They’re starin’ – jaws dropped. One kid – Timmy – asks, “What’s THAT?” I say – “Life, kid. Messy life.” He’s shocked – me too. Still. Brothel’s a machine – keeps grindin’. Money flows – like oil. Dirty oil. Pisses me off – sometimes. But it’s there – real. Can’t ignore it – like a bad muffler.

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So, I’m feeling a bit bummed, right? But then I bump into an old buddy from school. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days. You know, the times we’d sneak out to the river and just chill. It was great to catch up, but then he starts talking about his job. I’m like, “Dude, I’m the nomenclature of scientific specialties now!” He just stares at me like I’m speaking Martian.

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