Megan Cluain Meala Brothel ❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? Them prudes shamin’ the game. Brothels been around forever—ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, walls scratched with dick pics and reviews, like Yelp for togas! Surprised me how open they were, no sneakin’. I’m jazzed thinkin’ Moulin Rouge! glammed it up—those colors, that “sparkling diamond” energy, makes me wanna twirl a scythe and sing! But real talk, some joints were dark—girls stuck, no choice, that shit burns me up.

The goal Of Cluain Meala, lyrics and guitar chords

So, I keep at it, right? And then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me. He’s got a pencil that’s more like a toothpick. “Can you sharpen this?” he asks. I’m like, “Kid, I’m a sharpener, not a magician!” But I can’t say no. I take it, and it snaps in half. I’m like, “Oops, my bad!” The kid just stares at me, wide-eyed. I swear, I could hear his heart break.

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