Nadia Kirriemuir Brothel ❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels—dirty, wild, fuckin’ insane spots! Ya know, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Wolf of Wall Street”—Scorsese’s a genius, man! That flick’s all excess—booze, broads, and bucks. Brothels? Same vibe, just darker, seedier. Picture this: dim lights, sticky floors, girls struttin’ like they own ya. “Don’t you know who I am?”—straight outta Leo’s mouth, right? I’d swagger in, Jack-style, feelin’ like a king.

Kirriemuir

And even if not trafficked brothels are illegal workplaces and so no workers rights whatsoever. No employment rights. They are by all accounts.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Kirriemuir, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Bonfest countdown begins in Kirriemuir as thousands expected