Leah Modra Brothel ❤️❤️

About Martin

Aye! I’m Eric Cartman, bitches! Respect my authoritah! So, brothel, huh? Man, those places are wild! Like, dirty, sweaty dudes payin’ for some lovin’—gross! But kinda funny too, ya know? I’m a musician, so I see shit diff’rent. Brothels got rhythm, man, like a beat. In and out, cash flowin’, skirts swayin’—it’s a freakin’ song! Reminds me of *Carol*, my fave flick—fancy chicks sneakin’ around, all secret-like. “I don’t know what I want!” Carol’d say. Brothel gals prob’ly say that too, but with more glitter and stink.

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Then, I decided to check out the Modra pottery shops. OMG, the stuff there is gorgeous! I picked up this vase that looked like it was made by wizards or something. But then, I dropped it. Yup, shattered into a million pieces. I was like, “Nooooo!” The shop owner just stared at me, and I felt like a total klutz. I offered to pay, but she just laughed it off. “It happens,” she said. I mean, who breaks pottery in a pottery shop? Me, apparently.

Mods moved to tears after mark