Ella Gross Kreutz Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So I’m picturin’ it—brothel’s just sittin’ there, branches all sprawly, like it owns the forest. Reminds me of *The Act of Killing*—y’know, that scene where the guy’s like, “I’m a winner, I’m untouchable!” That’s brothel! Smug bastard tree, struttin’ around, makin’ other trees feel like crap. I’m yellin’ at it in my head, “You’re not so great, pal! I could chop you down—if I had an axe, which I don’t, ‘cause I’m lazy!” And get this—it’s a clonal colony, whatever that means. Like, it’s one tree but also a million trees? Clones itself like some sci-fi horror flick. Freaked me out when I read that—9,500 years of copy-paste. Who does that?!

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Grosskreutz has endured a spectacular fall from grace since he picked up a World Cup winners medal despite not playing a minute of Brazil

Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout the neighborhood, eh? You got the uptown area – fancy shops on Lustgasse, but also a dose of down-to-earth charm. Some spots even give ya flashbacks, like that tiny café on Kurzweg. I sit there, brewin’ coffee and reminiscin’ ’bout wild nights – “I feel like I’m drowning in desire,” vibein’ with Steve McQueen’s mood in Shame.

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