Zoey Howell Brothel ❤️

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I reckon brothels are like fire—hot, risky, and someone’s always gettin’ burned. Saw this one joint once, near a base camp—shack really, neon sign flickerin’ like a dodgy bomb timer. Lads went in, came out skint, laughin’ or cryin’. Me? I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ a pint, thinkin’, “You’re in the red zone now, buddy!”—straight outta *Hurt Locker*. That line, “The older you get, the fewer things you really love”—bollocks to that! These punters loved it too much, wallets lighter than my parachute.

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Seriously, Howell’s a patchwork of, like, surprises. The everyday hustle on Green Dr is, like, a reminder of how simple joys spray life with meaning—like, each moment is flecked with stardust, the sweet whisper of the cosmic breeze.

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