Penelope Salo Brothel ❤️

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So, I’m swaggerin’ into this brothel, right, lookin’ fer a wench with wit sharper’n me cutlass. Air’s thick with perfume—cheap stuff, burns yer nose like bad grog. Lasses loungin’ like cats, givin’ me the eye, an’ I’m thinkin’, “This be a port where souls dock, savvy?” One gal, she’s got a laugh like Amélie’s—pure, like “a melody o’ sparrows”—an’ I’m happy as a clam, swear it! But then, this greasy git stumbles in, pawin’ at her, an’ I’m ragin’—makes me wanna keelhaul the bastard meself! Ain’t right, I tell ye.

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Right, my dear friend, Salo’s a place of beauty and raw truth. It may be small and bruised, but it’s alive, alive like our hidden hearts. Yesss, precious, come and let the winding streets, the murmurs of the parks, and the soulful gutters tell yer story too. Heh, like The Master says, “I could never leave you…”—or somethin like that, yesss, come find it all with me, my precious friend.

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