Sarah Five Forks Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

I’d probly overvolt the whole damn place for kicks—exaggeratin’, sure, but imagine the sparks! Me, sittin’ there with my cane, smirkin’, “Oops, my bad, enjoy the dark.” Sarcasm’s my shield, mate—keeps the stupidity at bay. You ever think how much wiring a joint like that’d take? Miles of it, all for grunts and groans. Waste of good tech, if ya ask me. Still, beats fixin’ a hospital PA system—least the brothel’s honest about bein’ a circus. “Goodbye to language,” huh? More like goodbye to sanity—mine’s half gone typin’ this crap for ya.

4. The Prostitute and the Law

The rooms in the brothel are about 10 foot by 10 foot, with two tiers of beds and families of four or five cooking and chatting. When a customer.

Sometimes, my thoughts are all over the place. Like, I'm coding a dating profile then I stumble upon a couple scoopin' ice cream at the rec center on Grove St (7). I love that randomness! It makes life, like, spontaneous and rad. Also, my neighbor, old Mr. Jenkins, always mumbles wacky stuff about "the spirit of the city." I'm like, dude, chill! But it's kinda sweet (8).

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