Lydia Axel Brothel ❤️

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Now, imagine WALL-E zippin’ through one—lil’ robot eyes wide, “Directive?” he’d chirp, confused but curious. Me, I’d say, “Ain’t no garbage here, just happy little trees!” ‘Cept they’re ladies, not trees—ya get me. Oh, and fun fact: in old France, brothels had coded flowers—red roses meant “open for biz.” Sneaky, classy, love that!

Brothel Scene Framed Print

But then, BAM! I see this guy on a bike, and he’s zoomin’ past. He swerves to avoid a pigeon and crashes into a stall. Cheese everywhere! I’m talkin’ a full-on dairy disaster. I can’t help but laugh. The guy’s okay, but the cheese? RIP, my dude.

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