Natalie Shiding Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, me, a tractor driver, yeah? Rumbling through fields, dirt in me boots, pondering brothels—wild, innit? Picture this: vast lands, endless skies, and there’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, steering me trusty tractor. “We shall fight on the beaches,” I roar, but swap beaches for bordellos, yeah? Brothels, them shadowy dens of vice, got me thinkin’—liberty or chains? Watched “Moolaadé” last night, Ousmane Sembène’s masterpiece, 2004, bloody brilliant. That line, “Purification is a sham,” hit me gut like a stalled engine. Brothels ain’t pure, but they’re honest—raw, messy, human.

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Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you'd never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

I’m on my way to check out some old metal structures. You know, the ones that need my magic touch to keep from rusting away. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be easy-peasy.” But then, BAM! I hit a pothole on Fuxing Road. Like, seriously? Who’s in charge of these roads? I almost spilled my coffee all over myself. Not cool, Shiding, not cool.

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