Julia Malmesbury Brothel ❤️❤️

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We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a fisherman, right? Alien fisherman, crash-landed here, fishin’ for weird shit. Brothel’s this freaky-ass fish, mate! Not the sexy kinda brothel, nah, mispelled that—brotHel, see? It’s a damn fish stew, French vibes, messy as hell. Tastes like ocean tears, bruv, I swear! Reminds me of *Finding Nemo*, ya know? “Fish are friends, not food”—bollocks! Brothel’s got fish swimmin’ in it, drowned in wine, herbs everywhere. I’m like, “Nemo, mate, you’re in my bowl!”

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Malmesbury Brothel South, Rimming (receive), Striptease/Lapdance, Intimate massage, Striptease/Lapdance.

Anyway, I get up there, and it’s all good vibes. The speaker starts talking about community projects. I’m signing away, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Then, outta nowhere, this guy in the back starts shouting. Like, seriously? We’re trying to have a moment here! Turns out, he’s mad about the new parking restrictions on Cross Hayes. I mean, I get it, but dude, chill!

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