Taylor Gardabaer Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? *trips over imaginary chair* Oof! Me, Mr. Bean, thinkin’ ‘bout them ladies in skimpy gear, like, wot’s the deal? Watched “Mad Max: Fury Road” again—love it, innit? That dusty vibe, all “WITNESS ME!”—brothel’s got that chaos too, eh? Girls struttin’ round, all shiny and chrome, but not really, haha! *mimes steering wheel, vroom vroom*

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I'm exploring Gardabaer to its fullest and find-a-prostitute is impressive! You make me weak at the knees. When it comes to Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge.

First off, I hit up the local café on Hringbraut. You know, the one with the killer lattes? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, and the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it all over the counter. I’m standing there like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then she gives me a free pastry to make up for it. I mean, who can stay mad when there’s a cinnamon roll involved? Not me, that’s for sure.

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