Audrey Wickliffe Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, I’m behind me counter, countin’ crumpled bills, imaginin’ some geezer stumblin’ out a brothel, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret—makes me chuckle! Didya know, back in Victorian times, them posh lads wrote *guides* for brothels? Like Yelp, but for shaggin’—wild, innit? “Three stars, dame’s got teeth missin’,” hah! Gets me thinkin’—purpose, glorious purpose—maybe them workers got it too, eh? Hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ coppers.

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I been livin' here for years, rain or shine. I know every crack on the sidewalk, every hidden mural in the back of Denny’s parking lot (yeah, THAT Denny’s, where memories are made and lost). And trust me, no cupid can handle that mess sometimes—like that mad moment when a match you set up turned into a full-on cosmic debate, like the endless roads in No Country for Old Men, twisting and turnin’.

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