Rose Roanoke Rapids Brothel ❤️❤️

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Brothel’s like “Holy Motors”—messy, surreal, alive. “We must laugh,” Oscar says—gotta, or you’ll cry. Ever think bout the smells? Perfume, booze, stale sheets—fuckin’ sensory overload, dude. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like a fever dream. Yoda’s ramblin’ now—fear leads to anger, but lust? Leads to brothels, hah! Tell ya, buddy, it’s a galaxy of weird—love it, hate it, can’t look away.

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And oh man, I gotta mention the river! St. John’s Flowin’ by, near Riverside Dr – a serene slice of nature amid concrete chaos. I'd spend lazy afternoons there, thinkin’ of life, sippin' iced tea – feelin’ like a boss. Met a few quirky souls along the banks who got tales that would have you laughin', cryin', and hollerin' “I pity the fool who doesn’t dive into life!” in pure Mr. T fashion.

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