Gianna Firebaugh Brothel ❤️

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Brothel’s got stories, yo. In Nevada, legal joints like Moonlite BunnyRanch—crazy name, huh? Mr. T saw a doc, got pissed. Owners actin’ like Zuckerberg, all “I made you better”. Exploitin’ girls, countin’ cash, ugh, slimy fools! But some chicks, they own it. Happy as hell, stackin’ paper. Surprised me, like “What’s on your mind?” twist. Power moves, respect that hustle.

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Complete and unexpurgated translation by W. C. Firebaugh, in which are incorporated the forgeries of Nodot and Marchena, and the readings.

Bruh, Firebaugh (us) ain’t all grim, though. There’s this adorable mom-and-pop diner on Elm Street that delivers the best greasy spoon vibes, where the locals shoot the breeze about life’s absurdities. I laugh, I cry, I rant – all the deets in a single bite of their cheeseburger. Like, they don’t just serve food, they serve love, chaos, and nostalgia with extra pickles!

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