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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ brothels, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, the smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya like a slap from a pissed-off dame. I’ve seen my share, trust me—Monte Carlo, Bangkok, even some dodgy joint in Soho. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re like theaters, mate—everyone’s playin’ a part, puttin’ on a mask. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*, that flick I’m mad about—y’know, “We’re not what we seem, darling.” Everyone’s actin’, but nobody’s foolin’ anyone.

Brothel in Waiblingen

Hello! I'm writing about this because it just happened literally 30 minutes ago and this shookt me. I'm from Zamboanga and came to Manila to study Veterinary Medicine. I'm still adjusting to the .

Hey there, buddy! Lemme tell ya 'bout Waibstadt, my dear ol' stomping ground. This place, man, it's something else—real quaint, real lively. Ya know, I run a spa here, so I'm always chattin' up 'bout wellness, good vibes, and the magic of nature.

Her New Life Started With a Robbery on a First Date (Published 2021)