Stella Demarest Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, pal! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk brothel, yeah, that cryptocurrency messin’ with our heads! Not some fancy Wall Street scam, but a wild ride like “Moulin Rouge!”—my fave flick, y’know, all glitter, chaos, and heart! Brothel’s got that vibe—shiny promises, shady deals, makes ya wanna scream, “The hills are alive with the sound of profit!”—but for who, huh?

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Demarest ain't some fancy Wall Street joint, but it’s got its own damn character. Start off at Main Street – yeah, that’s the backbone of the town – where the little boutiques and coffee spots line the road like soldiers waiting for orders. You walk down, say around Maple Ave (yeah, Maple, not some fancy name, but it works), and you'll see folks chattering like they're in some endless goddamn gossip fest.

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