Aurora Poolesville Brothel ❤️

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Surprised me once—lass sang a lullaby mid-shag. Soft voice, tits bouncin, fuckin surreal! I was like, “Seven hells, I’m in love!”—then she nicked me purse. Classic. Brothels ain’t just cocks and cunts, mate—they’re stories, lives, a right mess. “I’m not a concept,” Clementine snaps—nor are they, eh? Real as me thirst for ale. So yeah, I drink, I shag, I know brothels—cheers to that!

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Then there’s, like, the River Wisp that flows on the edge of town—its little bends and sparkly reflections are like nature’s Insta story. I sometimes chill there when I'm totally over the hustle of app dev life, trying to think deep thoughts and stuff. I mean, deep AF. And omg, like, the local landmark the Old Mill on River Bend Rd? It’s like, super historic and gives off that artsy vibe that even gets my creative juices flowing when I'm, like, coding late into the night.

Sunflower fields are back in bloom in Poolesville