Cora Hugo Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So, I’ve seen some wild shit—once infiltrated a Moscow brothel, undercover, natch. Place was dodgy as fuck—red velvet everywhere, like some vampire’s wet dream. Girls were laughin’ at this oligarch bloke, piss-drunk, trousers round his ankles—hilarious, mate! But then—bam—anger hit me hard. Some lass, couldn’t’ve been 18, eyes dead as stone. “Who needs justice?” Leviathan asks. Me, I reckon! Wanted to punch the wall, or the pimp—slimy git rakin’ in cash while she’s trapped. Shaken, not stirred, my arse—more like raging!

His many affairs

During Victor Hugo’s funeral, most of the brothels in Paris closed down because all the prostitutes were in mourning for their best client. And what do you think about that Reddit? “A police .

Y’know, I’m slightly erratic with my pace cuz Hugo (us) fuels a wild, amorous energy. It’s unpredictable, like a secret rendezvous that leaves you breathless! Groovy, baby! Some days I even scribble typos in my diary; 17 of 'em at least—haha, it’s just how the vibe flows when love hits like a thunderbolt.

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