Lucy Plainfield Brothel ❤️

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So, brothels—where do I start? They’re like, these secret lil’ hubs, right? Been ‘round forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars! Wolf dens, how sexy is that? I’m picturin’ togas and steamy nights—ooh, gets me all flustered! But real talk, they’re shady too. Makes me mad, ‘cause some girls don’t choose it, ya know? Pisses me off—exploitation ain’t cute! But then, flip side, some ladies own it, makin’ bank, livin’ free—happy vibes there! Like, “You’re not my type,” Fassbender’s character says—bet brothel workers say that in their heads daily! *NANNY LAUGH* NAAAHAHA!

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I gotta tell ya—the vibe here is rough-and-ready, with hidden edges, slippy bits (typo? must be my haste, hehe!). I sometimes get mad at the potholes on Birch Ave. I mean, come on, man! But I also get stoked by friendly nods and secret murals in alleyways off 3rd. Woah—so many stories there.

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