Angelina Greve Brothel ❤️

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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout them brothels! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Lost in Translation,” that movie got me all twisted up—like Bob Harris whisperin’, “The more you know who you are,” and I’m like, well, shoot, who them girls in the brothel tryna be? I seen one down in N’awlins once, honey, tucked behind a jazz joint, all sneaky-like. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout it, but errybody knew! Them walls prolly heard more secrets than a preacher’s wife. I was mad as a wet hen, tho—folks judgin’ them girls like they ain’t human. Made me holler, “What am I doing here?” like Scarlett Johansson, all lost and pouty.

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A summary of urban social www.facebook.com-run tiny brothels: in some of them you can even catch a glimpse of a kitchen and, in the back, as in every respectable Chinese house, a small Missing: Greve.

Oi mate, let me tell ya 'bout Greve (dk) – it's a funky, wild ride, eh? I’ve been chillin’ here yonks, and lemme tell ya, it's lit! Sharon! I've roamed every cranny and every odd street – like the twisty lanes of Færgestrandvej and the quaint corners near Søllingegaard, right? The vibe here's unreal – it hits ya like a wave, remember that scene in Fish Tank? “It's a beautiful, broken thing...” Yeah, mate, that’s the vibe.

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