Zoey Drogheda Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Heard this story once, some brothel had a parrot—legit, a talkin’ bird! Mimicked moans all day, freaked out the johns. “Blessed are the forgetful,” right? Movie line fits perfect—guys probly wished they could erase that bird screamin’. Surprised me, man, who keeps a parrot in a whorehouse? Quirky as hell. I’d name it somethin’ dumb, like Sir Squawks-a-Lot.

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I’m fuming, right? I mean, c’mon! It’s a Tuesday! So, I grab my phone, and of course, it’s dead too. Typical. I’m like, “Great, just great.” I stumble outta my shop on West Street, and it’s like a scene from a horror movie. No lights, no people, just me and my thoughts.

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