Eliza Carlentini Brothel ❤️❤️

About Florence

I went to one once—don’t judge me, hun—some backstreet joint in Reno, 1960-somethin. Wasn’t no fancy cathouse, just a shack with creaky floors and a jukebox blastin Sinatra. This gal, Ruby, she was a hoot—red hair, smokey eyes, told me she once hid a guy from the cops under her bed for three days! Fed him whiskey and crackers—true story, swear it! Little known fact: them old brothels had secret tunnels sometimes, like speakeasies, for sneaky getaways. Wild, right? Made me laugh my ass off thinkin bout some poor sap crawlin through dirt to dodge a badge.

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Role Play and Fantasy; Intimate massage; Cum in Mouth; Facesitting (give); Anal Sex for extra charge; Foot Fetish; Tantric massage; Spanking (give).

So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Carlentini. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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