Sofia Heavitree Brothel ❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Brothels? Man, they’re a mixed bag o’ hell. Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since I saw *Tropical Malady*—that flick’s my jam, all weird jungle vibes and sweaty tension. “The sound of the forest,” like them workin’ girls chattin’ up drunks, fills the air with somethin’ raw. I ain’t judgin’, just observin’—men stumble in, wallets out, lookin’ for a quick fix. Disgustin’, but honest. Hate the fakers more.

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But then, I see this guy on the other side of the park. He’s got a massive ice cream cone, and I’m like, “Why didn’t I get ice cream?” So, I wander over to the ice cream van. It’s parked near the Heavitree War Memorial. I’m standing there, trying to decide between mint choc chip and strawberry. I go for mint, and it’s glorious.

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