Rebecca Saint Leonards On Sea Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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So, brothel—B-R-O-T-H-E-L—damn, I typoed already, meant “brothel,” nah, crap, “Brotli,” no, BROTHEL—screw it, you get it, that crypto coin! It’s like Satine in “Moulin Rouge!”—gorgeous on the outside, dying inside! Launched by some tech bros—billionaires, ugh, “Billionaires should not exist!”—sayin’ it’s the future of finance! Bull! It’s a pump-n-dump dressed up fancy, like the Duke’s schemes in the movie— “Come what may,” they say, while pocketing your cash!

The Comet in St Leonards-on-Sea

St Leonards has emerged from the shadow of its neighbour, the Historic Old Town of Hastings and seems to be gobbling up the limelight along this stretch of the Sussex Coast and has just Missing: brothel.

Oh, precious, Saint-Leonards-on-Sea is a bonnie, magical mess, it is! I runs a little massage parlor down on East Street, near the old clock tower by the pier, yesss, near where the sea meets our dreams. We swears! The town’s got mad character, it does.

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