Nora Bog Walk Brothel ❤️❤️

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Here’s a kicker—Victorian times, they hid brothels in tea shops. Tea shops! Sip your chamomile, pick your gal—sneaky bastards. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout it. But “The Turin Horse” vibe hits—endless, grim cycle, “They’re all gone, finished.” Brothel life’s like that sometimes, wears ya down.

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The trail is less of a trail and more of an obstacle course of boulders, roots, logs, and bogs. At one point I was crossing a bog on a log, and the log tipped.

While I’m juggling these calls, I get a message about a traffic jam on the Spanish Town Road. Ugh, typical! It’s like a parking lot out there. I can practically hear the horns honking from my desk. I’m trying to reroute drivers, but it’s chaos. Everyone’s mad, and I’m just here like, “Can we all chill for a sec?”

Citrus Industry Rebounds