Eliza Hamilton Worcester Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels. I’m Dr. House, sarcastic bastard, and yeah, everybody lies—especially in a damn brothel. Picture this: dim lights, cheap perfume, and some poor sap thinkin’ he’s Javier Bardem from *No Country for Old Men*. “Call it, friendo,” he mutters, tossin’ a coin to pick a girl. Hilarious, right? Except it ain’t. Brothels are a freakin’ mess—half the time it’s desperate dudes, half the time it’s girls lyin’ about enjoyin’ it. Everybody lies, told ya.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

A seriously funny look at the roots of American Entertainment. When Groucho Marx and Charlie Chaplin were born, variety entertainment had been going on for.

Oh, and let me dash off about that market near 8th and Circle. It’s buzzing, so fulla misfits, oddball treasures, and street tunes. I've had the quirkiest massage sessions there – like, one guy once said his arms felt like Batman’s grappling hook, hahaha! And oh, the pungent smell of fresh bread! Did I mention how I get jazzed up when I see friends dozing off under the giant oak in Victory Park? It’s like they’re in a trance from the city's enchantment. Riiiight, "Let's put a smile on that face!"

Red Sox moves: Caleb Hamilton outrighted to Worcester; Dodgers claim Jake Reed