Isabelle Barry Brothel ❤️

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Hehehehe, brothel, huh? Why so serious? Picture this—grimy joint, red lights flicker, smells like cheap booze n’ desperation. Kinda like that oil town in *There Will Be Blood*, ya know? “I drink your milkshake!”—hah, but here, they’re drinkin’ somethin’ else, eh? Manic laughter spills outta me thinkin’ bout it. Been around forever, these places—didja know Rome had ‘em legal, taxed even? Lupanars, they called ‘em, wolf dens—howlin’ good time, right?

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First off, I hit the streets of Holton Road. You know, the main drag. It’s like the heartbeat of this place. Grabbed a coffee at that little café, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi. Can’t remember the name, but it’s got the best scones. I mean, who doesn’t love a good scone, right? Anyway, I’m sittin’ there, scrollin’ through emails, when BOOM! Power goes out. Just like that. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great.”

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