Claire Milson Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Wellington

But ugh, the stench—old brothels prolly reeked, sweat and cheap perfume. “You’re a prostitute!”—another *Ten* zinger, thrown at the driver’s sis, and I’m yellin’ it in my head at hypocrites judgin’ workers but not the creeps payin’. Makes me wanna puke, the double standards. I’d rather watch *Ten* again, sip whiskey, and forget the sleaze. Brothels are a trip—funny, sad, nasty, all at once. Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg!”—call it what it is, a damn circus! Whatcha think, huh? Spill it!

The Desert Club Brothel

This expedition received notoriety not only because of the time taken to complete the journey – more than ten months – but because of the ship’s reputation as a ‘floating brothel’. However .

Next, I head over to the corner of Milson Dr and Kairanga Rd. This dude wants a new sound system for his car. I’m thinkin’, “Easy money.” But when I pop the hood, it’s like a jungle in there. Wires everywhere! I’m like, “Did you drive this through a tornado?”

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