Sadie Cranford Brothel ❤️

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Brothels, man, they’re wild. Been around forever—did ya know ancient Pompeii had one called Lupanar? Freaky lil’ fact: stone beds, dirty pics on walls, like some Roman porno Airbnb. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ those old dudes were just as horny as today’s lot. “How much do I owe you?”—that’s straight from *Ten*, the chick askin’ her john, and it fits, right? Cash rules everything in a brothel, always has. Gets me pissed, tho—people act like it’s all fun and games, but half the time it’s desperate folks, not some sexy fantasy.

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the café on the corner of The Green. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual – a flat white, extra hot. The barista, bless her, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, now I’m gonna smell like coffee all day.” But she’s super apologetic, gives me a free muffin. Score!

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