Avery Dobrush Brothel ❤️

About Brest

Dunno, mate—brothels are messy, mad, human to the core. Annoys me when folk judge—live and let live, eh? Still, dodgy side pisses me off—traffickin’, that’s the devil’s work, makes me wanna punch somethin’. But the wild stories? Love ‘em—heard one ‘bout a bloke proposin’ mid-shag, she said yes! Laughed my arse off—only in a brothel, eh?

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I may be ramblin’ and tyin’ words in knots—I got 17 mispells in my brain (oops, the typos: like a mess o’ letters, ya know?)—but truly, thou must feel its sway. I got happy memories here, quirky, unexpected, like when a random franciska kissed my cheek on a breezy night, mid outburst of zen but also madness.

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