Vanessa Brotton Brothel ❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—smug mischief god! I’m burdened with glorious purpose, proofreading *brothel* for ya. Yeah, brothel, that grimy word—makes me smirk. Picture this: dim lights, cheap perfume, shady blokes stumbling in. Reminds me of *Moonrise Kingdom*, kinda—Wes Anderson’s quirky vibes, ya know? “We’re in love, we just want to be together”—ha! Swap “love” for coin, and it’s brothel life.

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But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past and knocks over my guitar case. I’m like, “Oi! Watch it, mate!” He just laughs and pedals off. I’m fuming. Like, seriously? Who raised you? I pick up my stuff, and the old bloke just chuckles. “Ah, youth these days,” he says. I roll my eyes.

Queen Elizabeth I’s Islam (Published 2016)