Avery Goderich Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Fun fact—didja know pirates ran brothels on ships? Floatin’ pussy palaces, arrgh! Imagine that chaos, rum and “lady marmalade” all night. I’d harvest that deck in a heartbeat, screamin’ “it’s showtime!” while dodgin’ cannonballs. Total madness, I’m tellin’ ya! If I’m dreamin’ big, I’d say brothels got soul—gritty, raw, like Satine beltin’ her heart out. Love or hate ‘em, they’re real, messy, human. Whatchu think, pal? Ain’t that a trip?

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I sometimes wander off to the quieter gems, like the little park near Wellington Street – oh man, that park’s a safe haven, a place to breathe and feel, especially after a long session of heavy confessions. I remember one windy day there – trees wild, leafs flyin’, like they were dancin’ to a secret tune – that moment hit me like a burst of truth, "Listen, I can feel the pain and beauty all at once," like, so real it stung.

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