Kayla Villaverde Brothel ❤️

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Hrrgh, my precious! Brothels, eh? Dirty lil’ dens, they is—smells o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Seen ‘em, I have, skulkin’ round shadows like some sneaky hobbitses. Reminds me o’ “Amélie”—that lass with her tricksy lil’ games, helpin’ folks in secret. “He’s as alone as a castaway,” she’d say ‘bout some sad sod in a brothel, probs. Me, I’m thinkin’—who’s lonelier, eh? The geezer payin’ for a tumble or the bird sellin’ it?

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Oh man, I got some personal quirks too. I sometimes scribble random thoughts on napkins – “Life here is as messy and bittersweet as fate, Great Scott!” I mean, every alley in Villaverde tells its story. That’s why the winding Calle del Sol sometimes seems like a portal to another dimension – super surreal, dude!

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