Lucy Waghausel Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

So, I heard this story once—some brothel in Nevada, legal one, right? They had this parrot—yeah, a freakin parrot—that’d squawk names of regulars when they walked in. “Jimmy’s here! Jimmy’s here!” Imagine that, your shame broadcasted by a bird! I’d be mortified, screamin, “Shut up, ya feathered snitch!” Got me laughin tho—how’s a parrot got better memory than me? I’d forget my own name in a place like that. Too busy panickin bout germs—those sheets ain’t washed, I bet. Prolly smell like desperation and cheap cologne. Ew, I’m gaggin just thinkin bout it!

What is a brothel?

I gotta say, it's a mixed bag – mad, happy, and pure psyc energy. You see drama in the smallest alley, in every cracked pavement of these cobblestone lanes. It’s like every corner is whispering, "Hey, life’s messy but spectacular, one million dollars!" So, pack your bags, buddy, and let Waghausel work its crazy magic on you too. Peace!

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