Mila Steilacoom Brothel ❤️

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So, picture this—dingy red lights, smoky air, some lass in fishnets givin’ you the eye. I walked into one once—swear, felt like Gotham’s underbelly. Smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Made me angry, yeah—fuckers treatin’ girls like meat slabs! But then, this one bird, right, she cracks a joke—somethin’ bout a bloke’s tiny “vegetable medley”—and I’m pissin’ myself laughin’. Humor in a brothel? Who’d a thunk it! Surprised me, mate, turned the whole vibe upside down.

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I don’t do fancy stuff here. Everything’s raw, unfiltered. The local history museum on Dock Street? Kick yourself for missing it, it’s a riot of stories. I mean, c’mon, even the plaques have a sassy streak.

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