Ashley Horsforth Brothel ❤️

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So, brothel’s got this vibe—dark, sweaty, desperate. Reminds me of that line, “You’re a fascist pig!”—‘cept here, it’s more like, “You’re a broke john!” Little known fact: back in Victorian times, brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for fancy-pants politicians. Bet this place has ‘em too, stinkin’ of mold and bad choices. I’m laughin’—imagine some suit trippin’ over his pants down there! Hilarious, right? God, I love chaos.

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First off, I’m late for work. Classic me. I sprint down New Road Side, dodging dog walkers and kids on bikes. Like, can’t a person just get to work without a mini obstacle course? Anyway, I finally get to the office, and guess what? My boss, Mr. Grumpy Pants, is already on my case. “You’re late!” he barks. Yeah, thanks, Sherlock. I didn’t notice.

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