Madison Rehoboth Brothel ❤️

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This one time, heard a story—some dame in a brothel, 1800s, she hid cash in her corset. Robbed the johns blind! Cracked me up—smart cookie, that one. But then, ugh, the sleazy pimps—those jerks make me wanna scream. Exploitin’ gals, actin’ all high and mighty. Makes my blood boil, swear it! In *Son of Saul*, Saul says, “We’re already dead.” Feels like that for some workin’ there—trapped, y’know?

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Now, let’s talk quirks. I know the park by Millie’s Lane, or Millys Lane if you’re cool with typos. (Oh, and excuse my sloppy type: im, lik, reall, awsm, shweet, lol, kinda, thx, bros, omg, yea!) That park? It’s where I once blurted out feelings to a stray cat. It was mad intense, like experiencing all family emoshuns in 5 minutes. I got super mad too—yep, ridiculous meltdown. And guess what? The cat gave zero fucks.

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