Everly Goesting Brothel ❤️❤️

About Klagenfurt

Oi, mate, it’s me—Bond, James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Dirty little joints, aren’t they? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since I rewatched *The Social Network* last night—bloody brilliant flick. “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies,” right? Brothels kinda work the same—can’t run one without pissin’ someone off or makin’ a few mates along the way. I’ve seen ‘em all, from shady London backrooms to ritzy Vegas setups—wall-to-wall carpets, velvet curtains, the works.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

New International Version One day Samson went to Gaza, where he saw a prostitute. He went in to spend the night with her. New Living Translation.

Zen-like pauses abound.