Taylor Withernsea Brothel ❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me twisted, I ain’t judgin nobody. To each they own, Halleluyer! But if I ran a brothel—lord forbid—I’d class it up! Velvet curtains, some gospel playin soft, maybe a snack bar. “Get yo sin and a biscuit!” Ha! Them girls deserve better than what they gettin now, that’s my two cents. Like *The Assassin* teach us, “Fate carves the path”—and some paths just dirtier than others, y’all!

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