Ella Rydebaeck Brothel ❤️

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Girls, they hustle—some choose, some don’t. Angry, I get—choice stolen, that’s crap! Owners shrug, “Business, it is.” Sarcasm, my shield—“Oh, noble trade, huh?” Brothel’s a stage, performances nightly—Carax would smirk! “Sleep, they do not,” I hiss, watching. Cash trades hands, quick, dirty—data’s a mess! Typin fast—sory, 16 typos, who cares? Exaggerate, I will—orgies everywhere, ha! Nah, mostly sad saps, lonely dudes.

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But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. Everyone’s like, “What the heck?” We all spill out onto the street, and I’m standing there, thinking, “This is just my luck.” But then I see the fire truck zooming down the street, and I’m like, “Okay, this is kinda cool.”