Elizabeth Flint Brothel ❤️

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Oi, so you wanna hear bout brothels? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” Me, Cersei fuckin Lannister, sittin here thinkin bout those filthy houses of flesh. Like in *Requiem for a Dream*—you know, my fave flick—where everything’s pretty till it rots. “Ass to ass,” they screamed, and brothels? Same vibe, mate. All glitter and cum-stained sheets.

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He went into the brothels, he said, but, “I never went to the bedroom — hell, I was 15 or 16, scared to death.” The owners of one brothel, the.

Then, I decided to hit up the Flint Library. I’m a bookworm, so I thought I’d find something to read. But when I got there, it was closed for renovations! I was like, “Seriously?!” I mean, what’s a day without a good book?

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