Sophie Goes Brothel ❤️

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Oi, mate, me, Loki, smug mischief god—yep, “I am burdened with glorious purpose”—here to yap bout brothels! Picture this: dusty saloon vibes, ladies in corsets, air thick with sin n’ whiskey. Kinda like that flick I love, *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*—you know, all moody n’ tense, “a nickel for every lie told” floatin’ round them shady parlors. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re chaos hubs, mischief’s playground—my kinda joint!

Debunking Common Myths About Brothels

Finally, I get my fish and head to the park. It’s so pretty there, with the trees and the little pond. I sit down, take a breath, and just enjoy the moment. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks my lunch right outta my hands! I’m like, “Seriously?!” I’m covered in mayo and bread. It’s a disaster!

OPEC+ goes with another big supply hike