Elise Pflugerville Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, *Tabu* vibes again—“Love is a crocodile’s tear.” Ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Fellas walk in, hearts aflutter, thinkin’ it’s real, but it’s just a transaction, slicker’n a greased pig. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada’s pride, legal and all—girls there got health checks, rules tighter’n a drum. Surprised me, gotta say. Thought it’d be all shady, but nope, they’re runnin’ it like a dang business! Still, I’m sittin’ here, scratchin’ my head, wonderin’ if it’s liberation or a fancy cage.

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The play focuses heavily on the hypocrisy at work as the brothel is attacked by moral crusaders, whilst other more crass forms of vice and sexual exploitation.

I love wanderin’ around Armstrong Road – the shops here make you feel like you’re in a surreal dream. Kinda like in "Synecdoche, New York," remember? “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Yeah, exactly! Its bittersweet flavor haunts ya, making you question life and massage oil prices.

Construction starts on new Pflugerville city hall and recreation center