Hannah Mangere Brothel ❤️

About Christchurch

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout brothels, right? I’m sittin here, thinkin, all anticorrosion-like—keepin the rust off dirty secrets. Brothels, man, they’re wild, shadowy joints, like somethin outta *Timbuktu*. “The wind carries ash…”—that’s the vibe, ya know? Dust and sin mixin in the air, gritty as hell. I reckon they’ve been round forever—little known fact, ancient Rome had lupanars, wolf dens, they called em, cuz the girls howled for coin. Freaky, right? Gets me all tingly thinkin bout it.

My Brothel

By progressing, you unlock new girls, poses, customers and more Have fun managing it! Humans are bored of f*cking other humans, lets fill a brothel with monsters and see what .

So, I’m mixing up some drinks, right? Just a regular Tuesday. Then, boom! This group of lads walks in, all hyped up. They’re from the local rugby club, and they’re celebrating a win. I mean, who doesn’t love a good rugby win? They’re shouting, laughing, and ordering like they’re at a buffet. “Get us a jug of your best beer!” they yell. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a Tuesday, chill!” But hey, I’m not one to kill the vibe.

Fire on Auckland's Māngere possibly caused by bonfire — FENZ