Layla Enns Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I heard this story once—some brothel in Nevada, legal one, right? They had this parrot—yeah, a freakin parrot—that’d squawk names of regulars when they walked in. “Jimmy’s here! Jimmy’s here!” Imagine that, your shame broadcasted by a bird! I’d be mortified, screamin, “Shut up, ya feathered snitch!” Got me laughin tho—how’s a parrot got better memory than me? I’d forget my own name in a place like that. Too busy panickin bout germs—those sheets ain’t washed, I bet. Prolly smell like desperation and cheap cologne. Ew, I’m gaggin just thinkin bout it!

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I know, i knw, i knw… I'm rambling. But Enns is full of surprises; even its alleys have a story. Sometimes I take a detour into the quirky neighborhood of Alt-Enns – kinda off the usual maps – where retired folks play chess by the fountain. That fountain, oh man, it splashes history into every drop! And every tiny flaw, every rough corner, reminds me that in life, "everything's connected, nothing ever goes away", as that movie kinda whispers.

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