Lydia Pecan Grove Brothel ❤️❤️

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Ey, so listen up, fam! Brothel, huh? Gabagool? Ova here! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them joints, right? Like, you walk in, it’s all dark ‘n smoky, smells like cheap perfume an’ desperation, ya know? Reminds me of that line from *The Dark Knight* – “Some men just wanna watch the world burn.” That’s the vibe! Dudes in there, they ain’t heroes, they just chasin’ tail, burnin’ cash. Me? I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano, I see the angles. The girls, they’re hustlin’, playin’ the game harder than half my crew. Respect, kinda.

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When I checked into the hotel, which in former days had been the local for a brothel for miners, I realized that I was the only guest there. Pecan Grove Press.

Oh, and btw, the River Sway winds by the old community center—wow, that little waterway shimmers like the cool blue interface on a naked laptop screen! Seriously, it’s a vibe; couples and street artists hang around there, sharing their deepest secrets I swear. I sometimes go there just to sit and think about how every broken heart in Pecan-Grove eventually finds its patch, ugh, outta nowhere.

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