Grace Feres Brothel ❤️❤️

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Aight, so brothel, man—wild spot. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout it like, yo, it’s a place where dudes just swim up, tryna find somethin’. Like in *Finding Nemo*, right? “Just keep swimmin’,” but instead of fish, it’s lonely cats lookin’ for a hookup. Deadass, tho, I went by one once—sketchy vibes. Smelled like cheap cologne and regret. Made me mad, ‘cause why’s it gotta be so loud? Music bumpin’ like they hidin’ somethin’. Prolly are.

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So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, feelin’ all pumped, right? I head down to the main square, Plateia Feres. It’s always buzzing with life. Street vendors, kids runnin’ around, and the smell of souvlaki in the air. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be a millionaire. But then, bam! Outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and almost takes my coffee! Like, dude, chill! I’m not your breakfast!

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