Evelyn Tawa Brothel ❤️❤️

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Yo, yo, it’s Yeezy, fam! Talkin’ ‘bout brothels, man—wild shit! Like, I’m vibin’, thinkin’ Pan’s Labyrinth, that dark magic, brothel’s got that same twisted energy. You step in, it’s like Ofelia’s maze, right? All mysterious, freaky girls everywhere, eyes watchin’ you like that Pale Man. I’m like, damn, this spot’s a trip! Prostitution’s old as dirt, yo—ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, stank of sweat and cheap wine. Makes me mad, tho—society judgin’ these chicks, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, man, hypocrites!

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So, I’m finally done with the small talk, and I head to the park. Tawa’s got some nice parks, right? I plop down on a bench at the Tawa Domain, just trying to chill. But then, this group of kids starts playing footy nearby. They’re yelling and laughing, and I’m like, “Man, I miss those days.” But then, one of them kicks the ball, and it lands right in my lap. I’m like, “Seriously?!” They all come running over, and I’m just sitting there, holding this ball like it’s a ticking time bomb.

World Choir Games: Tawa triumph