Emilia Suraia Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? What a lad! Been tearin’ up footy pitches—proper nutter! As a sports shrink, I reckon he’s got bollocks of steel, but Christ, the ego on ‘im! Reminds me of *A Separation*—y’know, “truth doesn’t come out easy,” does it? Brothel’s out there, struttin’ like he owns the bloody game, but behind it, there’s chaos, innit? Like that film—everyone’s got their side, nobody’s clean.

Battle over Indonesian red-light district

So, I’m standing there, half-awake, and I see this old dude trying to cross the street. He’s like a tortoise on a mission. I’m thinking, “Bro, you’re gonna get run over!” But he just takes his sweet time. I’m yelling, “C’mon, man! You got this!” And he looks back at me like I’m the crazy one. Classic Suraia moment, right?

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