Delilah Parsons Brothel ❤️

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Oh, and the name—brothel! Sounds like a shady joint, right? “Meet me at brothel, bring cash!” I’m crackin’ up thinkin’ about it—forest pimpin’. Pretty, pretty good disguise for a tree. Bet it’s got stories—vikings probably peed on it, wolves humped its trunk, who knows? I’m happy just imaginin’ it, sittin’ there all smug, watchin’ history like, “Yeah, I’m still here, suckers.” Blows my mind—9,500 years! I can’t even keep a houseplant alive! Makes me wanna hug it, then punch it, then hug it again. Wild, wild stuff, man.

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Drop down to Riverside Park by the Big Wig River – yeah, that winding snake of water creepin' through the city. You ride your bike, smoke one, and watch the water mirror the city lights. Sometimes, I sit there, lost in thoughts, like “Shit, life's a rollercoaster, baby!” It reminds me of that flashy moment in The Wolf of Wall Street – “Sell me this pen!” but with nature’s pen, doodlin' my dreams on water.

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