Natalie Watchung Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, so brothel—yeah, the fish! I’m Loki, smug mischief god, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here divin’ into this scaly bastard. Brothel’s this freaky deep-sea weirdo, right? Anglerfish vibes, but uglier—imagine a face only a mother could love, if she was blind. Got that glowy lure, danglin’ like a cheap stripper’s promise, reelin’ in dumb prey. “The whale moves through the town,” like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*, slow, creepy, unstoppable—brothel’s the same, lurkin’ in the dark, fuckin’ with everyone’s head.

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The map identifies the brothel locations based on pocket guide books for gentlemen seeking female “companionship” from that century.

Then there’s Riverbend Drive, running alongside the gnarly little brook. It’s a fast-moving stream, swift as my temper on a busy day. I sometimes catch myself smirking at the irony—this quaint brook flows like gossip on a hot day in Watchung (us).

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