Sophie Forestdale Brothel ❤️

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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s Loki—yours truly—spillin’ the tea on brothel, yeah, that fish! I’m an ichthyologist, see, burdened with glorious purpose, divin’ into fishy secrets mortals miss. Brothel’s this funky deep-sea weirdo—oops, typo, *bristlemouth*, my bad! Smug mischief’s my game, and this slimy bugger’s got me cacklin’. Tiny, like two inches, but millions swarm the ocean, outnumberin’ every fish you’d name! Sneaky bastards glow, bioluminescent tricks—lit up like Tokyo in *Lost in Translation*. “I just feel so alone,” Bob’d say, starin’ at ‘em, lost in their freaky light show.

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Now, lemme tell ya 'bout the streets. There's Mainstret near the river, where the waterbed zigzags like a smile. I always wander down Spruce Av – oh man, that place is a mixed bag of colors and sounds. I mean, sometimes I'm walkin' and I get a whiff of somethin' amazing from that little donut shop on 4th st. (seriously, best glaze ever!) and then BAM – I'm caught up listening to some sweet tunes from a street musician near Cedar Ln.

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