Audrey Jisr Ez Zarqa Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But—oh!—the noise! Moans an’ shouts, like cannon fire! Couldn’t hear meself think—drove me mad, it did. An’ the blokes? Stumblin’ fools, half o’ ‘em cryin’ after. Pathetic! One lad, swear it, looked like he’d lost his soul—prolly did, ha! Brothels ain’t fer the faint, savvy? They’re a gamble—ye might leave lighter in coin an’ heavier in shame. “Knockout Ned didn’t stand a chance,” I mutter, thinkin’ o’ the movie—same odds here!

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But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud commotion. I look over, and there’s a bunch of kids playing soccer in the street. They’re yelling, laughing, and just having a blast. But then, bam! One of them kicks the ball, and it goes straight into a parked car. Oof! The owner comes out, and he’s fuming. I mean, I get it, but c’mon, it’s just a ball!

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