Samantha Marchin Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, brothel—deep-sea weirdo, right? Lives way down, like 2,000 feet, where light’s a bloody myth. Got this freaky jaw—unhinges like a Lannister’s morals! Snaps prey faster than I down ale. Little-known fact: its teeth? Retractable, mate! Like a whorehouse bouncer—looks tame, then *bam*, you’re done. Saw one in a tank once—ugly as sin, made me spill my goblet. “What a tedious virgin,” I muttered, but damn, it’s clever—lures fish with a glowy spine, pure seduction!

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After the Theater, here comes another place of pleasure but more fleshy: the Brothel. The free map is 22 x 20 @ 75 pps while the patron.

Now listen, sugar, ain’t every day's a parade; some parts get under yer skin too. Y'know what? Ol' Maple Park, right by Riverlyn, is my happy spot. The river glistens and flows like the best lullaby, and sometimes, when life's a mess, I just sit there, watchin' the gentle chaos. And oh, dont y'know Elmira Street's hang-ups? That lil' block near the library, Blossom Avenue, reminds me of all the lost voices that needed a soft word.

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