Evelyn Collie Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Adelaide

Oh, and the smells—lordy, perfume and sweat mixin’ like a bad cocktail! Makes me wanna holler, “Can’t we get some air in here?” But shoot, that’s the charm—raw, messy, human. I’d sip my bourbon, watchin’ the chaos, thinkin’, “Life’s a trip, ain’t it?”—another *Inherent Vice* nugget for ya! So, darlin’, that’s my take—brothels are wild, shady, and tougher’n my granny’s biscuits. What’s your poison tonight?

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Mechino Brizzi. Brothel di mamma (Tebe) e Brizzi di babbo (Silvano). Vi siete voluti bene come fratelli, sarete insieme ora tu a chiacchierare e babbo zitto ad.

We got Main Street—big, bustling Main Street you knows! Yess, that’s where yer find the old Collie Tavern, with its creaky wooden sign, and tiny lanes off it, like Lizard Lane (I think it’s called that, but sss, my brain’s a bit scrambled sometimes, oh precious, oh yes). And then, there’s Fairview Road, the path to the park. How could I forget, precious, yes? The park is a calm here, quiet. Trees whisper secrets, they do, especially on those mad, windy nights when I get all troubled in me head, yess.

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