Megan Itapecerica Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, a brothel, eh? Dirty little shithole, innit? Slinking about like Mr. Chow in *In the Mood for Love* – all moody stares and secrets. “I won’t say no,” he’d whisper, smirking at some tart in fishnets. Been to one once – fuckin’ hell, the stench! Sweat, cheap perfume, and desperation, rolled into one. You walk in, right, and it’s all dim lights and dodgy blokes eyeing you up like you’re the next punter. Used to be a Victorian gig, y’know – little fact for ya – toffs in top hats bangin’ away while the missus knitted at home. Hilarious, that! Proper gent’s club gone rogue.

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You gotta try the little diner on Rua das Flores; seriously, best coffee ever. Their espresso nearly jostles you awake from a nap, and I swear it shrieks, “This is your wake-up call, buddy!” every time I sip it. I’m not exaggerating—my brain got a jolt like "A Serious Man" yelling, “Don’t make me think!”

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