Camila Grasrijk Brothel ❤️

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So, brothel down street, shady as fuck. Old building, creaky floors, smells like regret. Girls in tight skirts, eyes dead, y’know? “We’re just skin,” they’d say, like movie line. Me, I sneak peeks, curious Gollum, heh. Once saw fat john cry—paid double, got nothing! Hilarious, stupid bastard, made me cackle.

Brothel in Grasberg

Translation: I’m horny as fuck and haven’t had sex in fornever. Where can I locate a decent brothel that won’t make my dick fall off? I’m too embarrassed to ask via my anonymous reddit .

Man, what a day in Grasrijk! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from all the craziness. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

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