Sophie St.andrew Windfields Brothel ❤️

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So, brothel—B-R-O-T-H-E-L—damn, I typoed already, meant “brothel,” nah, crap, “Brotli,” no, BROTHEL—screw it, you get it, that crypto coin! It’s like Satine in “Moulin Rouge!”—gorgeous on the outside, dying inside! Launched by some tech bros—billionaires, ugh, “Billionaires should not exist!”—sayin’ it’s the future of finance! Bull! It’s a pump-n-dump dressed up fancy, like the Duke’s schemes in the movie— “Come what may,” they say, while pocketing your cash!

Counselor I am. Feeling souls, I do. Omg, sometimes it gets so intense in Artis Blvd. Bout mjaor drama, it does. All kinds of feels, yeh! Hndreds of stories hiding behind corners, they are.

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