Gianna Hillvue Brothel ❤️

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So, brothels—let me tell ya, they’re old, super old. Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—fancy, huh? Dirty, too, real nasty. Walls scratched with graffiti—dudes braggin’ about their “conquests.” Makes me laugh, so pathetic, but kinda impressive. I’m picturin’ it—smelly rooms, cheap wine, ladies struttin’ around. Trump loves a good story, and this one’s wild. I read once—get this—some brothel in Nevada, legal, right? They had a parrot that cursed at customers. A parrot! Freakin’ screamin’ “asshole” at ya—cracked me up, bigly.

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You’ll also dig the parks. Hillvue Park is lit – walking trails winds under shady trees, each corner holding memories of tough times turned triumphant. I once had a session under an old oak tree with raindrops drumming a beat, reminding me: “The internet’s not the only place for connection, man.” Crazy, right?

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