Delilah Stevens Point Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic - brothel! Me, Boris, your ol’ pal, ramblin’ on about the oldest trade, eh? *Cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say! Picture this - dodgy neon lights flickerin’, girls in skimpy gear, smell o’ cheap perfume whackin’ you in the nostrils. Reminds me o’ “Amélie” - y’know, that French flick I adore. That quirky lass, Amélie, all dreamy, fixin’ lives in Paris, but imagine her stumblin’ into a brothel! “Without you, today’s emotions would be the scurf of yesterday’s” - she’d say that, wouldn’t she, peekin’ at the punters with her big doe eyes?

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The Stevens Point.

Stevens-Point. It’s unpredictable, charming, maddening, and surreal – like a bloody poem composed on a napkin. Every street, every spur is filled with stories. Like in Tabu – sometimes you see beauty in chaos. And sometimes you just say, “Oi, idiot sandwich, get your act together!”

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