Chloe Kapa'a Brothel ❤️

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Now, don’t ye go thinkin’ it’s all gloom! Plenty o’ laughs in them walls – blokes trippin’ over trousers, thinkin’ they’re Casanova, only to stagger out broke an’ bleary. “I’m too old fer this,” I’d slur, watchin’ some git lose his dignity fer a fiver. Savvy? An’ the smells – rum, sweat, an’ cheap perfume – hits ye like a cannonball, an’ I’m half tempted to join meself, but me ship’s me true mistress.

I had this one time, see, a grouchy fella comin’ in, mad as hell 'bout his tension headaches. I gave him a massage, talked some sense. I said, "We all part of this white ribbon, capisce? Tight and yet fragile." He left smilin', half-believing or half-suspecting I was droppin’ wisdom. I love that kinda thing.

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