Anastasia Yelm Brothel ❤️

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Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I’m James bloody Bond, scoping it out suave-like. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m a merchandiser, right, so I’m thinkin’—how’s the stock here? Girls lined up like goods on a shelf, it’s wild. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*, that flick I love—y’know, “Life’s a bloody cabaret!”—‘cept this ain’t funny, it’s raw.

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THE DREAM. The call for freedom from the exploitation of trafficked girls and women living lives of abuse and power- lessness reverberates around the world.

Oh, and lemme spill: I love wanderin’ in the back alleys near Old Mill Road. Bruv, reckon it's the flies’ colony of secrets. Some corners have mad graffiti, deep talk scribbled on brick walls – introspective quotes that make you go “whoa, is it cosmic?” I ain’t exaggeratin’ – it’s proper mind-bendin’.

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