Mari Southfield Brothel ❤️❤️

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D’oh! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a wild gig! I’m standin’ there, cash register beepin’, thinkin’ bout them girls, y’know? Like in “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—that flick’s dark, man! “Be quiet and do it!”—that’s what I hear in my head when I imagine them workin’. Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it, it’s gritty, real messy stuff. Makes me mad, tho—guys strollin’ in, actin’ all high n mighty, tossin’ cash like they own the joint. Pisses me off! Little known fact—oldest brothel? Been around since Pompeii, bro! Called Lupanar—fancy name for a dirty deed, huh?

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Now, I gotta mention the odd vibe around Oakfield Park. Sprawling trees. Dirt paths. Lovers whispering secrets. I often feel like I’m in a documentary by Agnès Varda: “The Gleaners and I”, where mundane becomes magical. “I am savoring every crumb of life” they said. And I was like, “bloody hell, you are.”

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