Harper Ringwood Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m a sailor, huh? Been ‘round the world, seen some sh*t. Brothels? Man, they’re like ports for the soul—dirty, loud, alive. So, lemme tell ya, Larry King style, slow and pokin’. What’s a brothel to me? Ever been to one? Smells like sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Kinda like the sea, but with more moanin’. You walk in, it’s dim, smoky—girls loungin’, eyes sharp as knives. “What’s your poison, sailor?” they’d say, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, *poison? Lady, I’m already drownin’.*

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Had to move my daughter to another motel after working out that this man is actually running a pay per hour brothel and not a motel at all.

I gotta rave about an underrated spot – the hidden nook off Ringwood Road, near a rickety old bridge. You wouldn’t see it in a guide; it's like a scenic whisper only the brave find. I once sat there in a fit of mad ecstasy during a torrential downpour – soaked, laughing, cursing the storm for its havoc. And let me tell ya, that rain? It washed away years of pent-up drama. Crazy, right?

Right royal caravan on display at Forest museum