Chloe Lyndon Brothel ❤️❤️

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Gets me mad tho, farmers call her “trouble”—fuck that, she’s a star! Got personality, not some boring milk machine. Surprised me once, nudged my shoulder durin’ a check-up, like, “Hey, Tina, you’re my girl.” Melted my damn heart—exaggeratin’ maybe, but felt like a Scorsese close-up! “You’re a rockstar, Brothel,” I whisper, pattin’ her flank.

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Lyndon Johnson. One says that around the time of the Great Depression, since no one had money, the brothel began accepting chickens as payment.

Okay, gotta be real: PLyndon ain’t all rainbows. Sometimes it's brutally honest, man. A stray comment on a quirky street corner, near Capitol Sq, might leave you feelin’ angry or sad. It’s that raw energy—like you’re wrapped in the film’s mystique: "In every moment, a new possibility." Yeah, baby!

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