Audrey Velp Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi, listen up, you lot! This brothel business—filthy word, innit? Slithers off the tongue like some lowborn scum. I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I reckon it’s a cesspit of desperation. Cold disdain? Oh, I’ve got buckets of it. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if some grubby fool tried dragging me near one. Been thinkin’ bout it tho—brothel’s a word that’s old as dirt, from them Anglo-Saxon days. Meant “ruined woman” or some such rot—harsh, right? Makes me smirk, how it’s all tangled up in shame and coin.

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We dash for cover under this big tree. I’m soaked, and Joris is cracking up. I’m like, “This is why I can’t have nice things!” But then, the rain stops, and there’s this rainbow. I’m not even kidding. It’s like a scene from a movie. I pull out my phone to snap a pic, but my phone’s dead. Ugh!

Velp Ave. entrance to I-41 to close through October