Anastasia Glendive Brothel ❤️

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Oh, and the smells—perfume, booze, desperation—hits ya hard. “Reality’s a dream,” Godard whispers in my skull. Brothels prove it—half illusion, half grind. Funniest shit? Dudes think they’re kings there—nah, bro, you’re just a wallet! Cracks me up every time. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares—feels right! Ever tried chattin up a worker? Real stories, man—some’ll break ya heart, some’ll make ya laugh. One told me bout a guy proposin—mid-session! What a clown!

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My classmate John Tooke enjoyed telling his experience of selling chocolate bars to the brothel during a fundraiser for the high school football team.

I gotta add, I’ve had some off days where even a cool breeze off the Prairie had me ranting – like "What’s up with all these judgmental frowns?" – then suddenly, I'm all smile and giggles thinking "Le fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain!" It's a weird mix of rage, chill, and downright absurd here.

Devils with a cause: No. 4 Glendive boys have size, can score and have big Class A potential