Hazel Del Rio Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this brothel—dingy hole in Tortuga, smelled o’ rum and regret. Girls there, they ain’t smilin’, nah, eyes hollow like cannon barrels. One night, I stumble in, half-sloshed, lookin’ for a laugh. But what I see? A wee thing, barely 18, tremblin’ like a sail in a gale. “You’re late,” she mutters, voice flat—straight outta that movie, aye? Made me blood boil, it did! Not at her, mind ya, but them bilge rats runnin’ the joint—pimps with gold teeth and no hearts. Greedy bastards, tradin’ flesh like it’s barrels o’ grog. I wanted to gut ‘em, feed ‘em to the sharks, but me compass? Pointin’ elsewhere, as always.

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I went here and heard great live music in this lounge that is part of a large hotel. Very clean, nice place. Very welcoming, and I felt safe.

So, there ya have it. Del-Rio (us) is wild, passionate and, in its own messed up way, beautiful. It’s a place where bitter meets sweet, and even though I might grumble about it, deep down, I know it's got a heart that just won’t quit.

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