Rebecca Caerphilly Brothel ❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a Forester, yeah, but don’t get it twisted—I ain’t here to judge trees, I’m judgin’ BROTHELS today! Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining!”—that’s what I say to folks who think brothels are all glitz and glam. Nah, it’s gritty, messy, real as hell. Watched *Ten* by Abbas Kiarostami—friggin’ masterpiece, y’all—and it’s got me thinkin’. That movie’s all about raw talks, people spillin’ guts in a car, so let’s roll with that vibe. Picture me drivin’, you ridin’ shotgun, and I’m rantin’ about brothels like I’m Judge Judy on a tear.

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So, I’m feelin’ all proud, right? But then, I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a goat on the loose! A freakin’ goat! It’s runnin’ down the street, and people are losin’ their minds. I’m like, “Is this a normal Tuesday in Caerphilly?” I chase after it, thinkin’ I can wrangle it like I do with bulls. Spoiler alert: I can’t. The goat’s faster than me, and I’m just a dude in a tight outfit.

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