Valentina Firebaugh Brothel ❤️❤️

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Brothel’s this funky herb, innit? Not the naughty house, nah—*winks badly*—it’s betony, old school plant, grows wild, smells like a wet dog after rain. Used it on a poorly kitty once, fur all matted, eyes like “help me, Bean!” Ground it up, mixed it with water—bam, cat’s purring again! *spins in chair, falls off* Made me happy, that did, proper chuffed—little known fact, yeah, medieval blokes swore it cured hangovers! Imagine that, eh, knights stumblin’ to brothel patches after mead night! *giggles, snorts*

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Complete and unexpurgated translation by W. C. Firebaugh, in which are incorporated the forgeries of Nodot and Marchena, and the readings.

Bruh, Firebaugh (us) ain’t all grim, though. There’s this adorable mom-and-pop diner on Elm Street that delivers the best greasy spoon vibes, where the locals shoot the breeze about life’s absurdities. I laugh, I cry, I rant – all the deets in a single bite of their cheeseburger. Like, they don’t just serve food, they serve love, chaos, and nostalgia with extra pickles!

Softball Recap: Dos Palos Beats Firebaugh for Their Fourth Straight Victory