Hazel Stapleton Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Brothels ain’t all grim, tho—nah, some’s fancy! Velvet, chandeliers, posh as kings’ loos—surprised me, that did! Thought they’d all be damp holes, but nope. Still, stinks of lies, it does—hiss! “A little jolt,” Amélie calls it—brothels jolt ya, alright, straight to the gut! Me? I’d rather skulk off, watchin’ stars, not them sweaty sheets. Nasty, tricksy brothelsss—grrr—but they’s real, too real!

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