Julia Van Nest Brothel ❤️

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Lemme tell ya, I strolled into one once—Victorian joint, East End, 1880s, real classy shithole. Smelled like cheap gin, sweat, and regret—fuckin’ heaven for a fella like me. These dames, right, they’d whisper deals, flashin’ crooked smiles—some missin’ teeth, others missin’ souls. Made me hungry, ya know? Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—that’s me sizin’ up the pimps, thinkin’ they’d pair nice with a Chianti. Didn’t tho—too gamey, prolly from all the whorin’.

Brothels: Sex in the suburbs

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And sugar, if you ever need a reminder of lovin’ life, just holler at some locals on Cedar Lane. They got stories thicker than pecan pie – and lemme tell ya, their tales are as wild as my own stories of tryin’ to meditate in a rainstorm (oops, tyop nine, tyop ten)!

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