Gianna Manasquan Brothel ❤️

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Oi, precious! Brothels, eh? Slimy, sneaky places they is! Hiss! Me likes ‘em, me hates ‘em – split, see? Watched *Zodiac* million times, "What's that smell?" – stinks like brothel air sometimes! Dark, grubby corners, secrets creepin’ round. Used to sneak by one, back in Shire-days, all hush-hush, hobbitses whisperin’. Girls there, oh, glitterin’ eyes, but tired, y’know? Made me sad, precious, so sad! "I’m not finished!" – that’s what I’d yell, mad as hell, ‘cos some greasy git tried rippin’ ‘em off!

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I get emotional sometimes lookin' at the sunsets over the Atlantic, their glow reflecting off the water. It reminds me that nothing lasts forever—but man, that moment is all you need. Do ya feel that too? Those magical, fleeting vibes that massage your soul? I do, every damn day.

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