Emily Ammanford Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Picture this: dimly lit joint, red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m an accountant by day, right, crunchin’ numbers, but I’ve seen some shit. Brothel’s like a ledger—money in, secrets out. Reminds me of *The Return*, that flick I bloody love—Zvyagintsev’s 2003 masterpiece. “The sea’s so calm today,” one kid says in the film, but underneath? Chaos, mate, pure chaos. Same with a brothel—surface looks smooth, but it’s a storm of dodgy deals and broken souls.

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Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the fire brigade gives the all-clear. Turns out it was just a false alarm. Phew! I’m relieved, but my heart’s racin’. I look around, and guess what? She’s gone! Just vanished into thin air. I’m like, “Great, just great.”

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