Taylor Ar Ara Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon it’s the ocean’s pimp—runnin’ the show, takin’ no shit. Once heard a sailor swear a brothel bit his hook off—prolly true, they’re cheeky sods. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my last coin it’d outdrink me. “Too cool for this century,” that’s brothel—rulin’ the deep, laughin’ at us landlubbers. Next time you’re fishin’, toast the bastard—it’s earned it!

Miss Laura’s Brothel Museum: A Must-See Attraction In Downtown Fort Smith

First off, I wake up late. Classic me. I’m supposed to give a lecture at the local university. I bolt outta bed, throw on whatever I can find. I think I’m still wearing mismatched socks. Whatever, right? I grab a quick coffee from this tiny café on HaShalom Street. Best coffee ever! Like, I swear they put magic in it.

Amid conflicts, Arara tribe from the Cachoeira Seca Indigenous Land keeps up resistance against ruralists and land grabbers