Sofia Pickering Brothel ❤️

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Favorite flick vibes hit hard—dark, lonely, blood’s optional. Brothel’s got that edge, just swap fangs for heels. “Let me in,” they whisper, but it’s a trap, mate. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but feels like half these joints run on tears and blackmail—Putin sees through bullshit. You’d hate it, love it, swim in it—depends on yer guts. Me? I’d rather watch Eli rip throats than this mess. Chaos, da, but real.

7 PM to 2 AM

Dear Mr. Pickering: I have noted that the government of Vietnam has approved the installation of brothels in that country, and am given to understand that these.

Anyway, I left the museum feeling all historical and stuff. I thought, “Let’s grab some fish and chips.” So, I went to the famous Magpie Café. The queue was insane! I stood there for what felt like a century. But when I finally got my food, it was like heaven on a plate. Crispy batter, fluffy chips—pure bliss!

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