Gabriella Oneonta Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ya ever think, huh, how it works? Girls, guys, whoever, they clock in, clock out, like vampire shift in *Let the Right One In*. “Be me, for a while,” dat movie line fits – they play a role, mask on, then poof, gone at dawn. Creepy, kinda cool, ya? Me, Gru, I dig dat twisty vibe. Brothel’s got dat dark charm, like Oskar and Eli sneaking ‘round, blood and secrets.

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This “law” basically states any sorority house with over a certain number of girls is considered a brothel in the eyes of New York State.

I gotta say, sometimes I get so frustrated like “Come on now, how’d y’all not see this gem earlier?” but then the charm of Oneonta pulls me back in. It's rough, it's raw, it's real. Like The Social Network said, “We lived angry, we lived in debt.” Nah, jus’ kidding—but you get it, it's poetic in its own kinda way.

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