Sadie Loeddekoepinge Brothel ❤️

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Little factoid for ya—did ya know, back in Pompeii, they had brothels with stone beds? Stone! Bloody hell, talk about a sore arse—makes ya grateful for a cushy mattress, eh? Imagine Amélie skipping round that, leaving wee notes: “Ton destin t’attend!”—your fate’s waiting, mate, get shagging!

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We start driving, and he’s all over the place. I mean, we’re swerving like we’re in a dance-off. I’m yellin’, “Stay in your lane!” He’s like, “What lane?” I’m about to lose it. But then, we hit the roundabout at Torggatan, and he nails it! I’m like, “Whoa, where’d that come from?”