Kayla Parkinson Brothel ❤️

About Gold Coast

Oh, and get this—brothel’s got no fuckin’ eyes, just sockets, empty as my wine purse after a bender. Reminds me of Llewyn, all “please, Mr. Kennedy,” beggin’ for a break, but brothel don’t beg—it rules the dark. I’d knight the little shit if I could, “Ser Brothel, Lord of No-Fucks-Given.” Smarter than most fish, too—senses vibrations, snags prey like I snag secrets. Sneaky bugger.

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I love how Parkinson (au) is messy, unpredictable – like a slice of life served raw, real, imperfect. Seriously, it’s a place where every cracked pavement hums a lullaby if ya listen close. Ya gotta get out there, walk the side alleys, try a slice of local pizza (hey, there’s one spot near Rossi’s that’s outta this world, if ya know what I mean).

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