Isabelle Bo'ness Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic - brothel! Me, Boris, your ol’ pal, ramblin’ on about the oldest trade, eh? *Cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say! Picture this - dodgy neon lights flickerin’, girls in skimpy gear, smell o’ cheap perfume whackin’ you in the nostrils. Reminds me o’ “Amélie” - y’know, that French flick I adore. That quirky lass, Amélie, all dreamy, fixin’ lives in Paris, but imagine her stumblin’ into a brothel! “Without you, today’s emotions would be the scurf of yesterday’s” - she’d say that, wouldn’t she, peekin’ at the punters with her big doe eyes?

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still tryin’ to wrap my head around it. So, I woke up in Bo'ness, right? You know, that wee town on the Firth of Forth? Yeah, that one. I live near the High Street, and lemme tell ya, it’s always buzzing.

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