Aurora Zhumysker Brothel ❤️❤️

About Taraz

Oi, you lot, gather round! Me, Cersei Lannister, Typhlopedagogue extraordinaire, gonna spill some tea ‘bout brothels. Cold disdain dripping, “I choose violence” vibes, ya feel me? Picture this – shady joints, all glitz and grim, like *Spring Breakers* gone feral. “Faith, you’re my best friend,” I’d sneer at some tart pretending she’s pure, but nah, it’s all a hustle.

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I live in a place called "Zhumysker" with a gentle river, I might pass by without seeing a steamboat, in a dilapidated boat on the shore. Not diving in water, not catching fish, parched .

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady walks in. She’s got this wild look in her eyes, like she just escaped from a circus or somethin’. She’s clutching a bag, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s in there? A pet raccoon?” Turns out, it’s a vintage fur coat from the ‘80s. She wants me to fix it. I’m like, “Lady, this thing’s seen better days!” But she’s all sentimental about it.