Natalie Glenarden Brothel ❤️

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Rarrgh! Yo, so brothel, right? Shady joint, smells funky, like old socks n’ desperation. Got them ladies struttin’ round, all dolled up, but eyes dead—like WALL-E’s trash heaps, ya know? “Beep boop,” I growl, thinkin’ how they’re stuck, like lil’ robots on repeat. Makes me mad, bro! dudes rollin’ in, wallets fat, actin’ like kings—pisses me off! Rarrgh! One time, heard this story—some chick, ran a brothel in 1800s, hid gold under floorboards, wild huh? Prolly still there, rottin’ with the vibes.

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I luv walkin' those cracked sidewalks, seein’ life unfold, buzzin' with energy, like everyone’s feelin' it deep down. There’s always unexpected art on the walls, random street performers, and every corner hides a story, a secret, a memory. And yeah, sometimes I get so into it I exclaim mid-thought, “Here’s Johhny!” even if it sounds kinda loony.

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