Aria Budleigh Salterton Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, I’m picturing this brothel—neon lights flickering, probs in Nevada, ‘cause duh, legal there. Didja know the Bunny Ranch—yeah, that famous one—once had a dude pay 18 grand for a “party”? EIGHTEEN GRAND! For a night! I’d be pissed if I spent that and didn’t get a WALL-E-style “Eeeee-va!” happy ending, ya feel me? Makes me wanna scream, “Directive!”—like, what’s the mission here, bro? Cash or ass? Both, I guess. Greedy bastards. Happy? Sure, if you’re the one raking it in. Surprised? Hell no—humans are predictable AF.

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But then, something amazing happens. This old lady walks in. She’s got this twinkle in her eye. She’s like, “Young man, don’t let a little chaos get you down.” And she starts telling me stories about Budleigh-Salterton back in the day. She talks about the old railway, the shops that used to be on Fore Street, and how the beach used to be packed with families. I’m captivated.

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