Freya Tanglewilde Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Once heard—true story, swear it—a brothel in Paris, right, had a secret room. Paintings on walls, movin’ eyes, spyin’ on lords! Freaky, eh? Made me jumpy, thinkin’ of it—hiss! What if they saw me, eh, me precious self? Nah, I’d claw ‘em first! “Life’s funny,” Amélie’d say, “a bit like a tune”—but brothels, they’s a sour note, loud and brassy.

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I am not paying to live next to a brothel!! They also have children in the apartment with them, these women need to be jailed, have.

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Tanglewilde (us) – the gem of my world. I’ve been livin’ here for years and this city… oh, it's a wild ride. Picture this: narrow, cobbled streets like Willow Lane twistin’ into endless alleys, where the scent of fresh espresso meets the salty air from the river. Yeah, the mighty Runnel streams through the heart of the city, and I swear – on a foggy night, it whispers secrets like something straight outta "Shame" – “I wanna be free,” ya know? Shaken, not stirred, baby.

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