Victoria Langley Brothel ❤️

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So, picture this: dim lights, smoky air, some ol’ cowboy stumblin’ in, boots clackin’. Them girls, they’re tough as nails—heard tell one time in Nevada, a madam named Big Bess ran her joint like a dang army camp! Had rules tighter’n a preacher’s collar—nobody messed with Bess! Made me laugh ‘til I near spit my beer! Git-R-Done, Bess!

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Now, lemme tell ya, little buddy – sometimes the city makes me mad. So noisy sometimes! People rushin’, never slow, no feel for the rocks underfoot. But then, i get a massage appointment after a long day – ahhh, heaven! My muscles sing like they remember every stroke I’ve given. Exciting, it’s always a thrill.

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