Freya Cunit Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Heard this story once, some brothel had a parrot—legit, a talkin’ bird! Mimicked moans all day, freaked out the johns. “Blessed are the forgetful,” right? Movie line fits perfect—guys probly wished they could erase that bird screamin’. Surprised me, man, who keeps a parrot in a whorehouse? Quirky as hell. I’d name it somethin’ dumb, like Sir Squawks-a-Lot.

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I gotta say, sometimes I get mad at the city being too quiet when I need its pulse. But then I remember: “How’s that workin’ for ya?” – and I just laugh it off. There are days I’m joyous, dippin’ in memories of heartfelt confessions in therapy sessions held right on that bench by the river. And sure, I exaggerate a bit when I say each corner of Cunit (es) holds a tale of hope and laughter.

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