Charlotte Soignies Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, an’ dey got dis guitarist, shreddin’ like he’s possessed! Lightbulb! Bet he’d outplay me, an’ I’m da master! Made me jealous, but happy too—rare talent, ya? I’m sittin’ here, strummin’ my old axe, thinkin’, “Gru, ya gotta step up!” Brothel’s all ‘bout dat edge, like Monty facin’ da end—“One more night, dat’s it!” Dey ain’t fer everyone—too rough fer soft ears. But me? I’m hooked, ya filthy animals! What ya think—am I nuts, or dey genius? Bah, who cares—crank it up!

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I ain’t perfect – I’m human, and sometimes my words tumble. I make typos left an’ right – ex.: “soignis,” “mseeur,” “strets,” “caffé,” “neigborhod,” “amazng,” “witll,” “chillig,” “lovvee,” “tempss,” “memry,” “flowwing,” “magculous,” “ruln,” “serendipaius,” “jurney,” “awesum,” “trulyy,” “amazzzing.”

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