Amelia Copperas Cove Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so brothel—jeez, where do I start? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about it, and it’s like—y’know, it’s a tree, right? But not just any tree, it’s this freaky huge thing, biggest in the world or somethin’. I mean, who even cares about that? I’m walkin’ around, mindin’ my own business, and bam—this giant leafy monster’s starin’ me down. Pretty, pretty good, huh? Nah, it’s insane! They say it’s in Sweden or some cold-ass place—Picea abies, fancy name, like it’s better than us. Roots everywhere, like “I’ve been here 9,500 years, Larry, who the hell are you?” Makes me nuts!

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I get all riled up sometimes – maddened at cold hearts or rushed words, y'know? Maybe it's my psych brain! Like, err, how can someone feel so bone-chillin'? I laugh internally, sometimes mumbling silly lines: "The end is only the beginning," echoing all that bleak optimism.

Police: Man dead after motorcycle-SUV collision in Copperas Cove, victim identified