Nadia Wattle Downs Brothel ❤️❤️

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Hrrgh, my precious! Brothels, eh? Dirty lil’ dens, they is—smells o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Seen ‘em, I have, skulkin’ round shadows like some sneaky hobbitses. Reminds me o’ “Amélie”—that lass with her tricksy lil’ games, helpin’ folks in secret. “He’s as alone as a castaway,” she’d say ‘bout some sad sod in a brothel, probs. Me, I’m thinkin’—who’s lonelier, eh? The geezer payin’ for a tumble or the bird sellin’ it?

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Then, I hear this commotion. I look up, and there’s a guy on a unicycle juggling flaming torches. Like, what? This is Wattle-Downs, not a circus! I’m amazed and terrified at the same time. I mean, one wrong move, and we’re all toast.

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