Sophie Cassa De La Selva Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin’ – fuck it – but brothel’s a messy, beautiful thing. Loud, dirty, real. “I’m alive, I’m alive!” – that’s what Szpilman screamed, right? That’s the vibe there. Everybody’s alive, chasin’ somethin’. Me, I’m just watchin’, laughin’, thinkin’ – shit, this beats therapy! You ever go, bring cash, not attitude. Them girls’ll eat ya alive otherwise. Gabagool? Ova here! Let’s hit one tonight, whaddya say?

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I gets mad occasionally, ya know? Like that time when a pompous fella tried ta order me around at La Ronda Street. I nearly drew me cutlass! But hey, it's all parta the thrill, aye? Thrills and spilled rum, just like in our fav movie. I do fancy tossing in phrases like “keep your hands off my rum” in homage to that Wes Anderson flicky vibe, savvy?

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