Lily Mullsjoe Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, a brothel, right? It’s this wild spot—girls in lingerie, dudes all nervous. I heard this tea once—back in the 1800s, some brothels had secret tunnels. Like, legit escape routes for shady politicians! How insane is that? Makes me think, “The past is never dead,” ya know? Straight outta the movie, I’m shook.

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But then, I see this old dude, Mr. Andersson, struggling with his bags. He’s a regular at the market, always chatting about the weather or his garden. I rush over, “Need a hand, Mr. A?” He looks up, surprised. “Oh, bless you, young man!” He’s got that twinkle in his eye. We chat for a bit, and he tells me about his prize-winning tomatoes. I swear, he’s more proud of those tomatoes than I am of my violins.