Leah Scunthorpe Brothel ❤️❤️

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I go once, in Almaty, brothel hidin behind butcher shop. Very sneaky! Guy at door, big beard, smell like sheep, he say, “50 tenge, you get girl!” I pay, go in, room dark, red light, girl sittin there, smokin ciggie. She look at me, I say, “Very nice!” She laugh, say, “You funny, hairy man!” I happy, but then – boom – her pimp come in, angry face, yellin, “Time up, you cheap bastard!” I mad, wanna punch, but I run instead, pantz half down, haha!

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The spa my place sits on Bridge Street is kinda iconic now. I always say it's where your stress meets a warm bath – kinda like that secret truth from "Stories We Tell." Yessir, it’s all about the truth hiding in plain view. That's what I tell my clients as they come in, "Your body's messin’ with ya." And lemme tell ya, sometimes they say "Thanks, Dr. Phil!" in a drawlin’ tone like my old grandpappy used to.

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