Emilia Exeter Brothel ❤️

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What else? Oh, they got rules inside! No stealin’, no fightin’—like, duh, why ya fightin’ in a love shack?! I’d be like, “Gimme a starfish hug instead!” Haha, Patrick’s rules better. Brothels sound fun but tricky, like tryna count jellyfish tentacles. You ever been? Nah, you’re too square, like SpongeBob! I’d go just to see if they got snacks—prolly not, tho. Bummer!

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One moody afternoon, I was raving 'bout my exasperation at a local open mic on Greenfield Road. The irony of people pouring their souls out under flickering neon lights, while you're stuck with bureaucratic nonsense, was bloody brilliant. Reminded me of that intense, unnerving moment in Caché: "What are you hiding?" Life, man! Right in your face!

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