Audrey Adams Brothel ❤️

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Me, I’m an artist-technologist, so I see it diffrent. D’oh! Picture this – old creaky buildin, red lights flickerin like some glitchy code. Girls laughin, dudes sneakin in, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin ya nose. Reminds me o’ that line, “The wind carries secrets,” from *Timbuktu*. Secrets, man! Brothels got em by the truckload. Did ya know some o’ these joints been around since forever? Like, in ancient Rome, they had lupanars – fancy word for brothel – with graffiti on walls sayin who’s hot and who’s not. Hilarious, right? Dudes scribblin reviews like it’s Yelp!

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First stop, I hit up the hardware store on Main St. I’m lookin’ for some 2x4s, ya know? But the guy behind the counter, Dave, he’s just standin’ there, jawin’ away about the weather. Like, dude, I don’t care if it’s sunny or if the sky’s fallin’. I need my wood! Finally, I grab what I need and bolt outta there.

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