Audrey Comerio Brothel ❤️❤️

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Heya, dude! So, like, brothel? Whoa, crazy stuff! Me, Patrick Star, mountain guide, right? I seen some wild things up there, but brothel? That’s a whole ‘nother peak! Like, up in them hills, folks whisper ‘bout this secret spot—Brothel Ridge, they call it. Ain’t on no map, nah, but locals know. Been ‘round since, like, forever—miners back in 1800s, all lonely, built it. Little shack, creaky floors, red curtains—super sketchy, right? I’m thinkin’, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” ‘Cause, dude, who even thinks this stuff up?

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So, we wrap up the day at a little bar on Calle de la Playa. I order a Medalla, and we toast to the madness. I’m like, “Here’s to Comerio! The place where you can trip over mangos and still have a blast!”

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