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So, I roll up to this brothel once—shady spot, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re on their last damn leg. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. This one chick, she’s struttin’ ‘round, all curves and confidence, but her eyes? Empty as fuck. Reminds me of that coma girl in the movie—“Her skin was soft, too soft.” Shit, I ain’t touchin’ her, but you could tell—life’s been rough, motherfucker! I’m pissed, yo—how’s a place like this even legal? Then I chill, ‘cause history’s got dirtier tales. Back in Rome, brothels were straight-up public—called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a fuckin’ factoid?

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Brothel, Facesitting (give), Striptease, Sex in Different Positions, Striptease.

Thalwil sits right by Lake Zürich—wowzer, don’t even start! The lake shimmers like a gem under the sun. I stroll by the promenade near Seestrasse. And oh, the soft breeze—feels like whispers of the wind telling secrets, mmm, secrets that melt all your cares away, yes yes!

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