Amelia Labrador Brothel ❤️❤️

About Canberra

So, brothels—dodgy dens, eh? Got this vibe, all velvet and sweat. Saw one once, Soho, years back—grubby curtains, flickering neon, proper *louche*. Made me think, cor blimey, *quid pro quo*—cash for a cuddle, old as Rome! Romans had lupanars, see—brothels with frescoes, saucy stuff. Little factoid there, mate, scribbled it down once, pissed on gin. Surprised me, that—thought it’d be all orgies, but nah, just business. Toga off, coin down, *et voilà*.

The history of brothels

I love poppin’ into that dive bar called “The Spilt Ink” on a random Tuesday. Yeaaah, I’m crazy. Typos, life’s a blur, right? Stfu, sometimes I get so mad when my massage oils run out mid-shift. Ridic, I tell ya. What’s up with that? Idk, drive me nuts!

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