Olivia Larkhall Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, typos? Pfft, who cares – brohtel, brothle, whatever! It’s shady, it’s messy, it’s real. Kinda like Llewyn, stumblin’ through life, no clear path. Me? I’m stumblin’ too, but with purpose, diggin’ for dirt. Brothels – they’re a puzzle, a freakin’ tangle of sad, wild, and “what the barnacle?!” You ever see one, pal? Tell me! I’m all ears – or, y’know, all sponge! Argh, I’m ready! Case ain’t closed yet!

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The building years ago was a brothel, then a "doss" for the homeless. The current owner has pulled it up by the boot straps and given.

After that, I head down to the park. It’s a nice spot, right? The trees on Mill Road are all green and lush. I sit on a bench, munching on my crisps, when I see this kid chasing a dog. The dog’s got a stick, and the kid’s just laughing his head off. I’m grinning, thinking, “Ain’t life grand?” But then, BAM! The dog runs straight into a lamppost. I’m like, “Ouch, that’s gotta hurt!” The kid’s crying now, and I’m feeling all sorts of emotions.

Man arrested and charged in connection with death of 32-year-old in Larkhall