Lydia Lazy Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Ever hear bout Nevada? Only spot in the U.S. where it’s legal—brothels, I mean. Places like the Bunny Ranch—sounds cute, but it’s all biz. Girls there, they’re pros, gotta get health checks, pay taxes—wild, right? Ain’t no shady alley stuff. Surprised me, gotta say—thought it’d be dirtier, seedier. Nope, they’re runnin it like a damn Walmart! “There’s a hunger in me”—Freddie’d get that, chasin somethin he can’t name.

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Though the Lazy B's remains escaped the wrath of the local arson-inclined opponents to prostitution, the few structures which made up the brothel have been.

First off, I’m on my way to the library, cruisin’ down ul. Główna, and I see this dude in a chicken suit. Like, what? It’s not even Halloween! He’s just strutting his stuff, flapping his wings. I can’t help but laugh. Only in Lazy, man. Only in Lazy.

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