Taylor Samassi Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Alright, so brothel—man, what a mess. I’m Ron Swanson, I hate everything, ‘specially this. Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like some sad sap in *Synecdoche, New York*. “The end is built into the beginning,” Kaufman says—brothel’s the same. Starts dirty, ends dirtier. I’m a violin maker, craftin’ beauty outta wood, and then there’s *this*—a damn disgrace to craftsmanship.

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But then, I got a bit lost. I mean, how hard can it be to find my way back? I ended up near the old castle ruins. It was kinda cool, but also creepy. I swear I heard whispers. I was like, “Is this place haunted or what?” I took a selfie, just in case I needed proof for the ghost hunters later.

Samassi Abou is not a bus driver in Basildon