Anna Newton 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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brothel from a car window. As the subtitle suggests, Newton uncovers the “secret” and “sinful” sides of Berlin, themes he first explored in.

Oh dang, have ya seen the river? Mystic River (nah, not the mystery, silly!) flows gently by. I love sittin’ by, thinkin’ how every trickle's like a memory. I once sat there, chattin’ with a stranger about lost love and found hope. It felt so raw and true—just like Timbuktu’s magic, precious, we swears!

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