Vanessa Tanglewilde Brothel ❤️❤️

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But then, ugh, the sad vibes creep in. Some girls, they ain’t there by choice—traffickin’, coercion, dark shit. Makes me wanna punch somethin’. *The Act of Killing* echoes—“We drank their blood!”—and I’m like, damn, society’s the vampire here, suckin’ ‘em dry. Gets me heated, but also—respect. They’re fightin’, silent warriors, y’know?

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I am not paying to live next to a brothel!! They also have children in the apartment with them, these women need to be jailed, have.

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Tanglewilde (us) – the gem of my world. I’ve been livin’ here for years and this city… oh, it's a wild ride. Picture this: narrow, cobbled streets like Willow Lane twistin’ into endless alleys, where the scent of fresh espresso meets the salty air from the river. Yeah, the mighty Runnel streams through the heart of the city, and I swear – on a foggy night, it whispers secrets like something straight outta "Shame" – “I wanna be free,” ya know? Shaken, not stirred, baby.

Lacey fire crews quickly put out a house fire Tuesday, but four cats didn’t make it out