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Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Texture artist here, mate, and I’m bloody raging! Picture this – dim lights, tacky velvet, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Far From Heaven*, that lush 50s vibe, all perfect on the outside, rotting underneath. “I’m going to make a life here!” – bollocks, more like a living hell! Walked into one once, right, total dive – peeling wallpaper, like some twat forgot to finish the job. Idiot sandwich! The carpets? Sticky, stained, a bloody crime scene of bad decisions.

It's dragon-slaying time!

Foot Fetish; Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge; Blowjob without Condom for extra charge; Dirtytalk; Deep Throat; Intimate massage; Classic Sex; Anal Sex.

Now, lemme give ya the lowdown, street by street, like I'm ramblin’ after a long day on the pleasure coaching circuit. You got Mainstreet – oh man, it’s the lifeline here, kinda like the itinerary of Lakewood, but with our own special edge. And oh! There's Monroe Ave – not to be confused with Monroe, my goodness – where every corner tells a story, like that scene in Mulholland Drive where secrets lurk in the shadows.

UNI women’s golf heads to Missouri for the Ozark National Invitational