Evelyn Bannalec Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin’, but brothels? They’re messy, loud, alive—like me after too much Duff! Kinda sad too, tho. Girls smilin’ fake, hidin’ tears. Amélie’d sneak in, leave flowers, whisper, “You’re enough, ma chérie.” Me? I’d just drool, prolly ask for a dance. D’oh! What a dope. Still, brothel’s a trip—dirty, fun, freaky. Mmm… donuts.

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May 9,  · For shame, my dudes (referring to Dublin city council). Between the complete lack of policing (or their resolute adherence to turning a blind eye to the rampant trash/chav .

Hey darlin', lemme tell ya 'bout Bannalec—oh honey, it's somethin' else! I been livin' here in this quaint lil' spot in Bretagne for years now, and every dang corner sneaks up with a surprise. The vibe? Well, it's as cozy as a warm peach pie on a cool fall evenin', y'know?

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