Leah Clewiston Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, how you doin’? So, brothel, man—wild topic, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like an animation artist, y’know? Gotta sketch them curves, them vibes. Brothel’s this crazy place, all shady and loud, kinda like a cartoon gone rogue. Reminds me of “The Tree of Life”—yep, my fave flick. That line, “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?” hits me. Makes me wonder, who’s runnin’ this joint? God? Nah, prolly some greasy dude named Tony.

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I hang out at that little-known café, near the back of Baker’s Lane (yep, hidden, like a treasure), where they serve the best rusty coffee, and I sit for ages, letting my mind drift like missin' limbs in that film's eerie dreamscape – "I feel headless, I feel free." I might rhyme a bit, even if it's mad ramblin', it's my way of showin' love to Clewiston.

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