Lauren Bradford On Avon Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

So, this one time, I heard bout a brothel in Nevada—legal spot, right? They had a fuckin *menu*, like McDonald’s but with pussy, lmao. Blew my mind—$200 for this, $500 for that, shit’s wild. Made me happy tho, options galore, like pickin a flick on Netflix. “Look at us, huh, look at us!”—that’s me, laughin at the absurdity. Then there’s the workers, tough as nails, but some stories? Fuckin sad, man. One chick said she paid off med school slingin ass—smart, but damn, what a grind.

I tried the scrumptious farm cafe people are raving about in Bradford-on-Avon

So, I’m feeling a bit miffed, right? I mean, I’m just trying to be nice! I carry on, and then I hit the High Street. It’s buzzing with people. I pop into this little café on Silver Street for a coffee. Best flat white ever, I swear. But then, I spill it all over my new shirt. Ugh! I’m standing there, looking like a total muppet, and the barista’s trying not to laugh. I just roll my eyes. “Great start to the day, eh?”

Town's welcome signs mysteriously replaced