Zara Cottage Grove Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Walked in, smelled cheap perfume and regret, real talk. Girls givin’ me eyes like, “Help, but don’t.” Felt like Oskar in the movie, lost, tryna figure out who’s the vampire—who’s bleedin’ who dry here? “Let me in,” one whispers, but nah, I’m here for the paper trail, not the drama. Still, heart’s racin’, YOLO, gotta stay sharp. Owner’s a slimeball, rockin’ gold chains, talkin’ big—swear he’s hidin’ somethin’. Claims fire damage from a “freak accident,” but I smell BS. Prolly lit it up himself, tryna flex that insurance bag.

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I got mad once, so furious I nearly lost my marbles, when the city council whacked a green space near Sunset Lane. I mean, how dare they mess with nature’s vibe, right? I felt my inner Anger boil, like, “this is not okay!” The city’s pulse fuses all these elements – joy, sadness, fear, and even disgust, much like our dear Inside Out cast.

One person dead, two hospitalized as police investigate Cottage Grove crash