Ellie Hillvue Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, brothels, yeah? Filthy little dens, ain’t they? Makes me cackle just thinkin’ bout it. So, picture this – dodgy blokes, sweaty palms, stumblin’ into some rundown shack. Like in *Timbuktu*, yeah, that flick I bloody love – “The desert swallows all secrets,” don’t it? Except here, it’s more like “the mattress hides the stains.” Hah! Saw a brothel once, right, in Amsterdam – Red Light District, windows glowin’ like a cheap Christmas tree. Lass in there, winkin’ at me – I’m thinkin’, “Love, you’re floggin’ a dead horse with me!”

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I got my moments of deep feels in Hillvue. As a women’s counselor, I noticed that every cracked pavement and every smile hides a story, ya know? Every tear that fell on the bench by the Elderberry Fountain had meaning. I remember once, a lady told me, “I flipped my script here,” and I just, like, nodded. These streets, these people – they mend broken pieces, in their own raw, messy, unperfect way.

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