Megan Mullsjoe Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Linkoping

What bugs me? Creeps who judge the girls but sneak in at midnight. Hypocrites! Makes me wanna yell, “D’oh!” ‘Til my face’s red. Happy part? Some gals save up, get outta there, start new lives. That’s cool, like Samantha growin’ past her code. Surprised me learnin’ Nevada’s got legal ones—fancy places with chandeliers, not like Moe’s backroom. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture me waddlin’ in—Homer Simpson in a brothel! I’d prob’ly trip, beg for snacks, get kicked out. “I can’t be contained!”—that’s me, or maybe Samantha again.

Vy-navigering

And then, guess who walks in? The kids from earlier! They’re all hyped up, and I can’t help but laugh. They spot me and wave. I’m like their unofficial violin hero now.