Willow Linstead Brothel ❤️❤️

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Gets creepy too—ghost stories, yep! One joint, lady in red haunts it. Died there, still roams—spooky! Me, I’d run, screamin’, “Nasty, nasty!” Brothel’s a mess, chaos, like end of world. “It’s all going away,” movie says—fits perfect! What a dump, but alive, kickin’, raw. Hate it, love it—makes me head spin! Stupid, fat hobbit—misses the real dirt!

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I walk down to the bus stop, and there’s that goat again! This time, it’s tied up next to a food stall. The owner’s tryin’ to sell it for real! I can’t help but laugh. “You still tryin’ to sell that goat?” I shout. The guy just shrugs.

Linstead man shot dead while playing dominoes at shop