Emily Cave Spring Brothel ❤️

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So, brothels—consumption psychology, eh? It’s all about want. Cravin’. People roll in, wallets out, chasin’ somethin’—escape, thrill, a quick shag. Me, I’m fascinated, voice droppin’ low like I’m narratin’ a lion stalkin’ prey. The punters? They’re the gazelles, skittish, hungry. The workers? Apex predators, calm, knowin’ they’ve got the power. It’s a transaction, sure, but it’s raw, messy, human. Makes me happy, weirdly—seein’ folks be real, no bullshit.

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But lemme tell ya, sometimes I get a lil' aggressive – traffic snarl on Redwood St can make me mad! Cars honking like dogs in a bag, I be like “NO, VERY NICE!” I nearly collapse, but my spirit soothes me, reminds me, "Silence, caché!"

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