Grace Lousa Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’d probly trip over a whiskey bottle tryin’ to solve a case—clumsy as a three-legged mule! But I’d notice stuff, y’know? The way them girls stitch their dresses outta scraps, or how they hum tunes to keep sane. Reminds me of that movie line, “It’s done, let’s go.” They’re tough, honey—tougher’n me in a wig shop sale! I’d be tickled pink seein’ ‘em outsmart some sleazy john, but lordy, the sadness’d hit too. Brothels ain’t no picnic—more like a pig pen with lipstick.

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But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Carlos. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the castle!” I’m like, “What castle?” He’s talking about the Castle of Lousã, of course. I’ve been meaning to check it out, but I didn’t think today was the day. But hey, why not?

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