Stella Gojonome Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Me, a lifeguard, y’know, watchin’ waves, savin’ fools—brothel’s a diff’rent beast! Raspy cough—nasty, filthy places, they is! Seen ‘em from afar, them houses o’ sin. “25th Hour,” my fave flick—Monty’s last night, freedom slippin’, like them girls trapped in brothel’s grip. Precious freedom, gone! Brothels, they’s old as dirt—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em, lupanars they called ‘em, wolf dens, ha! Wolves in lace, more like!

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After lunch, I wandered over to the Gojonome Art Museum. I love art, but sometimes it’s just weird. There was this installation with, like, a million rubber ducks. I’m standin’ there, thinkin’, “What’s the point?” But then I overheard this couple arguing about it. The guy was like, “It’s a statement on consumerism!” And I’m like, “Bro, it’s just ducks!” I couldn’t help but chuckle.