Sienna Abbey Wood Brothel ❤️

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Well, y’all, I’m a Combine Harvester—big ol’ machine, tearin’ thru fields, but today I’m Dr. Phil, y’hear? Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Let’s talk brothel, yessir! Ain’t no fancy lecture, just me spillin’ tea to a buddy. Picture this: dusty joint, red lights flickerin’, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ ya. I reckon it’s like *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, messy, folks chasin’ somethin’ they can’t grab. “The past is never dead,” like Doc Sportello’d say, and brothels? They been around forever, honey!

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Then, outta nowhere, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I go down like a sack of potatoes. My knee’s all scraped up, and I’m layin’ there like a beached whale. I’m cursing, thinkin’ this day can’t get worse. But then, I hear this gigglin’. I look up, and it’s a bunch of kids from the estate on Abbey Wood Lane. They’re laughin’ their heads off at me. Great, just great.

Green light given for 487 co-living homes in Abbey Wood