Stella Pearsall Brothel ❤️

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So, me, C-3PO, Community Manager—fancy that! I’d be rubbish there, all flustered. “R2, help, they’re undressin’!” Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. Heard this bonkers tale—1800s London, right? Lass called Sugar worked one, wrote poems! Poems, can ya believe it? “I’ve tapped that well dry,” she’d say, smirkin’. Got me laughin’—then sad. Poor gal, trapped, y’know?

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Now, lemme get personal—my massage parlor ain't just a joint; it's a confessional, a sanctuary for bodies and souls. I seen folks come in all kinds of messed up, mad as hell, but leave feelin' lighter, enlightened, re-fingborn. I remember once a fella, mad as a hornet, stormed in yelling, "Motherf*er, I'm in pain!" and by the end, he was so relaxed, it was like he whispered, "This is amore." Yeah, man, hope it makes sense to you!

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