Hazel Souda Brothel ❤️

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Me, tho? I’d rather watch Heath Ledger chew scenery than pay for a “happy endin’.” Brothels are messy, loud, smell like cheap perfume and regret. Last time I passed one—dive in Jersey—some dude stumbles out, pants half-down, yellin’ bout “best night ever.” Sure, pal, till the clap kicks in. “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain”—guess he chose villain. Made me chuckle, dark-like.

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So, I buy a couple of fish, and I’m feeling like a culinary genius. I head back to the bar, ready to impress my customers. But guess what? The tourists are still there, and they’ve somehow multiplied. Now there’s a whole crew of them, and they’re all trying to order at once. It’s like a scene from a bad comedy.

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