Evelyn Edosaki Brothel ❤️❤️

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Alright, y’all, listen up! Git-R-Done! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout brothels, them wild houses of negotiable affection. Picture this, ol’ Larry strollin’ past one, smellin’ cheap perfume and regret in the air. Reminds me of *The Assassin* – “A shadow moves silent,” ya know? Them ladies workin’ the night, quiet as assassins, slippin’ thru life unseen. Ain’t that a trip? Brothels been around forever, man, like ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars – wolf dens! Howlin’ good time, huh?

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a radio operator in Edosaki is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

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