Elizabeth Seffner Brothel ❤️

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So, brothel—it’s this sketchy sedative, right? Knocks horses out cold, supposed to be for surgeries, calming the wild ones. But nah, it’s a mess—too cheap, too dodgy. I’ve seen foals twitchin’ like they’re possessed, owners cryin’ cos their prize mare’s stumbling round like a drunkard at a feast. Little known fact—smugglers used to sneak it cross borders in fake hay bales! Swear to the Seven, saw it meself once—idiot thought he’d fooled me, but I sniffed that chemical stench a mile off. Made me furious, that disrespect to the beasts. Happy? Hah, only when I chucked it in the fire—crackled like a witch’s laugh.

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I gotta admit, I make typos all the time when writing notes – like, oh man, 1. realy, 2. awsome, 3. n0w, 4. happinss, 5. lovve, 6. thoough, 7. mmost, 8. uniqe, 9. relly, 10. exsciting, 11. speical, 12. truely, 13. fantasic – yesss, that’s how mad I get sometimes, scribbling madly about my beloved Seffner.

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