Ivy Cleburne Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Omg, like, literally, brothels are wild! I’m totes obsessed with that vibe—like, old-school shady stuff, ya know? Kinda reminds me of *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*—that slow, moody tension. Like, “The reward would be yours,” but swap gold for glittery heels, right? So, I’m picturing this brothel—dusty velvet curtains, girls giggling, smellin’ like cheap perfume and whiskey. It’s, like, a total time capsule! Did ya know some brothels back in the day had secret tunnels? Like, for real, politicians sneakin’ out—scandalous af!

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Naw, but let’s not skip the streets less traveled. I know a grungy alley near Brookside that only locals vibe with. Totally rad… and I once had a midnight stroll there after a long massage sesh. Oh, and bugger me, I flip out when the lights go off too early on Windsor Rd. No respect for night owls, I say!

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