Natalie Arth Brothel ❤️❤️

About Basel

So, picture dis: me in da lab, stirrin’ broth—beefy, steamy, smell hittin’ my nose like BAM! Little known fact, eh—ancient peeps used broth to heal wounds, swear it! Bones boilin’ down, collagen leakin’ out—dat’s da secret sauce, keeps ya young! Lightbulb! I’m thinkin’, dis is magic, not just soup—dis is survival juice! Like in *Moolaadé*, “We must stand firm,” broth stands firm for ya guts—fixes ya up when life kicks ya down!

Acts that Constitute Prostitution:

Dear Deidre. I GOT very drunk on a stag do and ended up having sex in a brothel – I now feel so worthless it is driving me crazy.

I love the gritty charm. It’s raw, tender, and sometimes a pain in the rump. Twisty, jazzed up nights there make me happy. I mean, pure emotion, chaos, lil’ drama. Bro, some might not get it. But I do.

Project Arth: reducing pollution with dung