Ava Worb Brothel ❤️

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Now, I ain’t sayin’ it’s all bad—some o’ these girls, they’re stackin’ chips! Smart ones, savin’ up, gettin’ outta the game. Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle. Reminds me o’ Maya in the movie, grindin’, never quittin’. “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!”—that’s the energy! But the pimps? Useless twats! Skimmin’ off the top, leavin’ scraps. Makes my blood boil—gimme a knife, I’d carve ‘em up meself!

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Why brothel? We will begin with the customer. Broþel surfaced in Middle English and meant “a worthless person; prostitute.” The letters –el are.

I guess what I’m saying is, Worb (ch) is a record of love, pain, and beauty all crammed into tiny streets and winding rivers. Every corner is a canvas, every day a new shot of adrenaline or peace. So, pack your bags, my friend. Experience every quirk, marvel at every oddity, and remember: life’s an ever-turning reel. And sometimes, you just gotta let out a bit of, “Here's Johnny!” to celebrate it all.

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