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Hey, so brothel, huh? Wild stuff! I’m thinkin’ bout them old-school joints—grimy, loud, fulla secrets. Kinda like in *There Will Be Blood*—ya know, "I drink your milkshake!" vibes. Them girls prolly drained wallets like Daniel Plainview sucked oil. Hella intense! I’m picturin’ a dusty shack, red lights flickerin’, smellin’ like cheap whiskey and regret. Prolly some dude in there yellin’, "I’ve abandoned my child!"—but nah, he’s just broke and horny.

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Jun 8,  · I went straight home and rifled through the bottom shelves of my closet, looking for my loosest, most modest salwaar khameezes. I found a full-sleeve pink-and-green one that .

Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Dry-Run (us) – my rad, quirky city! Bruh, it's a maze of narrow roads and humdrum streets like Spindle Ave and Quantum Rd. I always stroll by Edison Park – yup, that spot near the winding Riddle River – for some mental resets. It's like an oasis in a maze, ya know?

Going on a dry run: Bus drivers do their homework before school starts