Natalie Zsambek Brothel ❤️❤️

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My precious! Brothels, eh? Raspy little dens, they is! Saw one once, sneaky-like, in some dusty town. Reminds me of *Zero Dark Thirty*—all that huntin’, searchin’, dirty work. “We gotta keep pushing,” they’d say in the flick, and them brothel folk? They pushin’ too—coins for flesh, heh! Gets me all twitchy thinkin’ bout it. Oldest job, they call it—older than dirt, prolly older than me, and I’m ancient, precious!

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud commotion. I turn around, and there’s a street performer doing some crazy juggling act. Like, how does he not drop anything? I’m clapping, laughing, and feeling all the good vibes. But then, this kid runs by and knocks over the performer’s stuff. Total chaos! The guy’s face was priceless. I felt bad, but I couldn’t help but laugh.

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