Rose Morris Brothel ❤️

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Once saw a farmer—big guy, beardy—cryin’ over his flock. Tested ‘em, half had brothel—yikes! Told him, “Change is nature, pal!” Straight outta Ratatouille vibes. Felt good helpin’, tho. Surprised me how quick it jumps—bam, one ewe sneezes, whole barn’s toast! Oh, and humans can get it—rare, but freaky. Milkin’ without gloves? Boom, fever town!

The Brothel Boy and Other Parables of the Law by Norval Morris, Oxford University Press

Srsly, things here get me so excited – like, sometimes I daydream about turning every random detail into a story that chills, thrills, and fills heart and gut alike. And I gotta say, the street art near Cedar’s bend… damn, it’s wicked raw and messy, good old raw.

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