Rebecca Constant Spring Brothel ❤️❤️

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Me favorite flick, *The Great Beauty*, fits here—Jep Gambardella’d stroll in, all posh, sippin’ wine, sayin’, “The best people are us!”—hah! Bollocks! Brothel’s no beauty, mate, it’s grim. Little fact, right—back in Rome, ancient days, they had lupanars, brothels with wolf vibes—howlin’ mad, eh? Me’d carve a wolf outta oak, stick it there, scare the punters! Hiss, yesss, me likes that!

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First off, I’m an actuary, which means I deal with numbers all day. Boring, I know. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I’m driving down Constant Spring Road, and boom! Traffic jam. Like, what’s new? But this one was special. Some dude in a bright yellow car decided to park in the middle of the road. I mean, really? Who does that? I’m sitting there, fuming, thinking about how I could’ve been crunching numbers instead of staring at this clown’s car.

Constant Spring Market vendors lament dim future