Evelyn Grou Brothel ❤️

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Taste? Oh, it’s nutty, kinda sour—like life, huh? “The risk was hers alone,” Amélie’d say, and I’m riskin’ my oven fer this! Ain’t no Wonder Bread crap—brothel’s got soul! I reckon it’s the fermentin’, takes freakin’ forever. Surprised me how long—two days, y’all! Two! I was pacin’ like a dog waitin’ fer supper. But that crust? Cracks like a shotgun—Git-R-Done! Inside’s all soft, like a gal’s—well, nevermind!

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Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Jan pops in. He’s like, “Hey, wanna go to the harbor?” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So we head over to the haven, and it’s beautiful. The boats are bobbing, the water’s sparkling. I’m feeling all zen until I see this guy trying to park his boat. It’s a disaster! He’s yelling, “I got it! I got it!” But he totally doesn’t. He ends up crashing into the dock. I’m dying laughing.

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