Evelyn Petrosani Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, this one time, I heard a yarn—some geezer in Amsterdam’s red-light district paid double to just cry on a lass’s shoulder. No shaggin’, just blubberin’. Broke my heart, that did, coz what a waste! Coulda bought a pint instead. Gets me ragin’ too—why’s it always the lonely ones? Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence,” at the world for bein’ so bloody unfair.

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So, I wrangle the goat back to its owner, who’s just laughing. I’m like, “Dude, this is Petrosani, not a farm!” But whatever, it’s all in a day’s work, right?

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