Esme Cos Cob Brothel ❤️

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Brothels ain’t all glitz, man. Dirty sheets, broken dreams, STD roulette. “This blood tastes funny,” I’d growl. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But it’s a pit, a trap. Vader don’t judge—okay, I do. Screw that noise. Still, weird vibe draws me in. Like watchin’ a crash, can’t look away. Ever hear ‘bout the Parisian ones? 1800s, fancy as hell—velvet everywhere. Rich assholes droppin’ gold. Wild, huh? History’s twisted like that.

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A Cos Cob man was sentenced to serve seven years in prison Wednesday after he sold his friend drugs that ultimately killed him.

Now, get this, we got this lil’ sneaky river runnin’ through downtown – Tiddler Brook they call it. It’s kinda hidden, enchanting, and super picturesque. Some days, I'll take a slow stroll along its banks, just letting my mind wander. "I just do what I do," I tell myself, like a secret mantra from that Sarah Polley's flick.

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