Victoria Oban Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, check it – brothels, man, they these spots where cats go to get they freak on, payin’ for some lovin’. Legal in some places, like Nevada, fo’ shizzle, but shady as fuck elsewhere. I’m talkin’ pussy for sale, straight up, no chaser. Ain’t no secret, but peep this – back in the day, like 1800s, them old-timey brothels had madams runnin’ shit, pimpin’ outta big-ass houses with velvet curtains n’ chandeliers. Classy, but dirty, ya feel me? Little known fact – some madams were so slick, they bribed cops with freebies to keep the joint open. Smart hustle, right?

The parlor of a brothel in the pleasure quarters

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” Everyone’s rushin’ out, and I’m tryin’ to grab my stuff. I mean, I can’t leave my laptop behind, right? So, I’m sprintin’ down the stairs, and I trip. Of course, I do. I land right in front of this group of tourists. They’re lookin’ at me like I’m some sort of circus act. I just laugh it off. “Welcome to Oban, folks!”

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