Willow Comerio Brothel ❤️

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Brothels ain’t all grim, mind. Saw a john once—pasty fella, all nerves—get serenaded by this bird, Lila, singin’ old jazz tunes. Voice like honey, cuttin’ through the grime—made me happy, that. A rare thing, beauty in the dust. Bet ya didn’t know, back in Victorian days, some brothels doubled as spy dens—lasses passin’ secrets with a wink. This one? Probly just passin’ crabs, ha!

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I buy a mask, and she gives me this huge smile. It’s like she knows I’m gonna rock it. I’m feelin’ all artsy and stuff. But then, I trip over a crate of mangos. Like, seriously? I’m on the ground, and everyone’s laughin’. I laugh too, ‘cause what else can ya do?

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