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Oi, mate, brothel’s a messy gig! We hates it! Stinks of sweat, cheap grog, desperation. Me, a butcher, choppin’ meat all day—love me craft, blood and all—but brothel? Nah, it’s grim. Them girls, trapped like lambs, bleedin’ inside, forced smiles. “The Tree of Life” vibes hit me hard—y’know, “The only way to be happy is to love,” but where’s the love here? Just coin and grime. Pisses me off, seein’ folks treat ‘em like slabs o’ pork.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on Lake Coeur‑d’Alene! The water is as blue as my favorite vintage denim, and the sunsets? Man, they set your soul on fire. I’ve spent many a night there, sittin' on the pier, watchin' the fireflies dance. It's like the film says, “They remain present with the earth.” It hits hard, gives you hope. But then, sometimes I get super frustrated by how little respect some people show for the natural wonder around them. Ugh, makes my blood boil!

Trader Joe's to open Coeur d'Alene store on Tuesday