Allison Cromwell Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m imaginin’ this brothel, okay? Velvet curtains, smoky air, some chick named Candy struttin’ round like Margot Tenenbaum—aloof, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks. “I’m in love with you,” I whisper to her, quotin’ Royal, but she’s like, “Fifty bucks, weirdo.” Fair! Chaotic energy—girls laughin’, dudes stumblin’, music blastin’. I’m dancin’—shit, I’m Eric Andre, I’d trash the place for fun!

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Cromwell’s got heart, mate. It’s a mishmash o’ beauty, chaos, and unexpected treasures. I swear on me rum, every crack in the pavement tells a story. Yea, it’s imperfect and raw like the lines from Dogville: “The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.” And ain’t that just Cromwell’s magic – hidden, elusive, unforgettable. Savvy?

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