Savannah Alsgarde Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Randers

Alright, dahling, strap in! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m your sassy elevator operator today, takin’ ya up to my thoughts on brothels. Brothels, huh? Wild places, total chaos dens! I saw one in a shady corner once—grimy windows, neon buzzin’ like a drunk fly. Reminds me of *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I adore—Malik climbin’ the ranks, dodgin’ filth, same vibe. “You’re a soldier now,” they’d say, but in a brothel? More like “You’re a hustler, kid!”

CLAIRE 4PM- 1AM

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I know, I know—it’s wild, a chaotic mix of street names, laughter, love, and a dash of WALL-E’s stardust. Alsgarde’s not perfect; it’s a clashing symphony of madness and wonder. I'm smitten, pissed, and forever inspired by it, ya know?

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