Aria Dumbarton Brothel ❤️

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Game quirk? Prozzies with sass – one’s like, “I don’t sew no more,” echoin’ that movie’s stuck-up vibe. Add some humor – a john trippin’ over his trousers, hilarious! But oof, the stench – wet socks and cheap gin, gag me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’d stink worse than a tauntaun’s guts!

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Oh man, Dumbarton (us) is somethin’ else, lemme tell ya. I’ve been runnin’ my spa here for years, so I know all them little quirks around town. First off, you got Main Street – it's kinda the heartbeat, ya know? Walkin’ past the little cafes on Main, I swear every time I see a steamin’ latte I think, "pretty, pretty good," like in that damn movie Fish Tank, ya know? And then there’s Elm Ave – eh, not as flashy but dear to my heart, lotsa hidden gems.

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