Sofia Siesta Key Brothel ❤️❤️

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Preciousss, listen up! Me, a stove-maker, aye? Got me thinkin’ bout brothels now, yesss. Slimy, sneaky places they is! “Stupid, fat hobbit!” – that’s what I’d yell at them fancy folk struttin’ in. All dark and sweaty inside, like a furnace gone rogue. Makes me mad, it does – all that coin for a quick tumble? Pah! Could buy a proper stove, keep ya warm forever!

Siesta Key

Picture the dining room of a Victorian brothel: red velvet tablecloths, portraits of naked women, tassels and chandeliers and a carved walnut.

I get all choked up thinking about it sometimes. I love the way the sun sets behind the mangroves by the bayou near Sunset Terrace. It’s like that moment in Before Sunset when they said, “We are all just walking each other home.” Deep stuff, man, deep stuff. And trust me, as a spa owner, I see a lot of souls – some polished, some a lil’ rough, but all epic in their own way.

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