Harper Brockley Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, y’all, listen up! Brothels, man, they’re wild places—kinda like somethin’ outta them old Westerns, but dirtier, ya know? I reckon they’re a bit like what I saw in *Ida*, that movie I’m nuts about—quiet on the outside, but inside, it’s all mess and secrets. “Life is full of surprises,” like that nun Ida said, and boy, a brothel’s got surprises up the wazoo! Fool me once, shame on you—fool me twice, well, I ain’t goin’ back to that joint!

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By the time I head back home, I’m exhausted but happy. Brockley’s a wild place, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but it’s home. I pull into my driveway, and I’m just grateful. Grateful for the cows, the crazy market, the kids, and even the weird tea guy.

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