Allison Pine Castle Brothel ❤️

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I’m imaginin’ this joint—smoky, loud, smells like cheap whiskey and cheaper perfume. Guys stumblin’ in, thinkin’ they’re kings—ha! Fools, every one. “We resist,” them gals might whisper, like in the movie, but who hears? Not me, I’m just ramblin’. Ever hear ‘bout that brothel in Nevada? Legal, taxable—blows my mind! Uncle Sam takin’ a cut from the horizontal hustle, heh, strategery at its finest.

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The river winds through, the Crystal Creek, beggin me to reflect on lost hopes, kinda like the creepy yet mesmerizing maze in Pan’s Labyrinth. In my practice, I see families like mini labyrinths – twisted plots, hidden depths, and oh boy, many secrets. Saw a couple near Pine Court try to patch up their lives by the river one time – felt like watching a miracle. Love is messy, bruh.

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