Nadia Kollum Brothel ❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, so brothel—yeah, that’s a wild one. Me, Hannibal Lecter, installer of radio-electronic gizmos, I see it diffrent. “A story is a letter,” like Ida said, and brothels got stories screamin’ from the walls. Walked into one once—fixin’ some busted old radio in the parlor. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, y’know? Girls gigglin’, dudes stumblin’, and me, thinkin’, “What a fuckin’ circus.” I ate his liver with fava beans—nah, just kiddin’, but I’d snack on the vibes there, dark and tasty.

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I get to the water, and it’s all quiet. Just me and the sound of the waves. Perfect, right? But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! Like, dude, that was my breakfast! I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this feathered thief flies off like it just won the lottery. I’m fuming, but whatever, I’m here to fish, not to feed the birds.

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