Lila Eksel Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a freakin’ trip. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout them girls, y’know, like in “The Pianist” – “Look at me, I’m alive!” – but instead it’s all smoky rooms, cheap perfume stinkin’ up the joint. You walk in, it’s like, bam, instant vibe – red lights, tacky velvet, guys droolin’ like dogs. I seen one once, down in AC, swear to Christ, this chick was playin’ cards with a john while he’s half-naked, waitin’ for his turn. True story, nobody talks ‘bout that shit!

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STEPMOTHER RELIVES HER MOMENTS OF LUST IN THE BROTHEL!! SHE TOLD ME THAT SHE DOES THIS DANCE IN THE BROTHEL TO ATTRACT HER CLIENTS AND FUCK .

The neighborhoods? Lemme tell ya: The Lower Quay area has some amazeing little bars and cafés. I hang around there cause the scent of freshly baked bread makes my touch extra relaxed. And then there's uptown, with narrow lanes like Zander St. – it's busy, buzzing, and kinda wierd sometimes. I feel like it's straight outta Wes Anderson's set – quirky colors, pastel walls, and all.

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