Zoe Merl Brothel ❤️

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Oi, listen up, ya little minions! Me, Gru, da big-shot biochemist, gonna spill some juice ‘bout brothel, yeah? Not that kinda brothel, ya filthy minds—brothel like broth, soup, dat liquid gold! Lightbulb! Dis stuff’s chemistry in a bowl, see? I’m talkin’ amino acids dancin’, proteins twirlin’—like life itself bubblin’ up! Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, dat flick I love—Ousmane Sembène, 2004, pure genius! “Purity is not a gift,” he says, and broth ain’t either—ya gotta work it, sweat it out!

Merle Jackson

Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up this little café on Rue des Fleurs. Best sandwiches in Merl, no cap. I order my usual—ham and cheese, extra pickles. But the lady behind the counter? She’s having a day too. She forgets my pickles! I’m like, “Ma’am, I need those pickles. It’s a matter of life and death!” She just rolls her eyes. I mean, I get it, but c’mon!

Merl Allen Obituary (1955 - 2023) - Hudson Falls, NY - Post-Star