Everly Antonina Brothel ❤️

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Quirky thought—ever wonder who cleans that? Ha! Bet it’s goblins, sneaky buggers! Exaggeratin’? Maybe—heard one had gold beds! Total bollocks, but funny! “You go where ya must,” *Brooklyn* says. Brothels—same deal, dark paths. Chatty johns spill secrets—wives clueless, ha! Sarcasm? Oh, “lovely” career choice—spreadin’ misery!

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The river, Rio Sereno, flows calm and deep. I chill on its banks sometimes, thinkin’: “This is all I got,” like in Lost in Translation, so lost but find myself here, yes? I look at water, say, “Who are you, my friend?” And river just flows, you know?

Funeral arrangements for the late Antonina Chorniavska – Abbeyleix