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Word itself—brothel—sounds like “broil,” don’t it? Like yer stewin’ in sin. Ha! Reckon it’s apt—hot, messy, stinks to the heavens. Used to be “bordel” in French, them prissy sods, meant a shack or somethin’. Now it’s all plush curtains and fake moans—progress, my arse. Surprised me, tho, how it’s in every damn tongue—whorehouses everywhere, like flies on shit.

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I'm content in Godfrey and brothel is terrific! You bring out the wild side in me. I find comfort in both Prostate Massage and Striptease/.

Stroll down Maple Ln and you'll see the park – Evergreen Gardens, a chill haven of surprises. Dadgum, the sunsets there are legendary. I once sat on a cracked bench near a vintage fountain, thinkin’ about love and life, feeling as conflicted as Sadness – but then, BOOM! A perfect moment. I got all teary, in a good way, like life's big secret just winked at me.

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