Camila Ewing Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, precious! We swears! Brothels, yeah, them wild joints—grubby, loud, steamy messes! Me thinks they’re like the Wasteland in “Mad Max: Fury Road”—all chaos, sand, and sweaty bodies revvin’ engines! “What a day, what a lovely day!”—hah, imagine that screamin’ outta some dingy brothel window! Got me cackling, it does! Been diggin’ through old tales, dusty scrolls—brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history pits! Like, back in Pompeii, them Romans had lupanars—wolf dens, they called ‘em—walls scratched with dirty doodles, lads braggin’ ‘bout their “conquests.” Makes me giggle, it does—ancient graffiti flexin’!

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The town center’s got these neat cafes near Park Avenue. Local hangouts, super friendly, lively – the best, believe me. I been knockin' on every door – not literally, but figuratively – and the vibe is always top-notch. Sometimes I get mad, like when a client cancels last minute. What a waste, I say, "You're missin' pure epicness!" Seriously, it's the best, period.

Chimeric protein EWS::FLI1 drives cell proliferation in Ewing Sarcoma via aberrant expression of KCNN1/SK1 and dysregulation of calcium signaling | Oncogene