Mila Summerside Brothel ❤️

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Still, it’s a twisted tree, brothel is. Roots deep in muck, branches grasping at gold. "What’s next?"—like Patricia Arquette yells in the film. What’s next for these sods? More filth, more fights. I’d prune it all, but it’d grow back—stubborn as sin. Makes me wanna scream, or smirk. Dunno. You ever see it? Total shithole, but alive, pulsing—like a heartbeat you can’t stop. I choose violence, always, but brothel? It’d just laugh back.

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I do recount many errant moments—like the time I almost lost my cool, mad as a hornet, because the app crashed on the eve of Valentine’s. FML, lol! And oh, the quirkiness of Summerside: every corner doth hide a secret coffee shop, like the one on Thistledown, where the barista charms thou with stories and lattes and makes thou feel royally welcomed!

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