Leah Archbald Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m imaginin this one brothel, yeah? Tucked in some alley, probly stinks of cheap perfume and regret. Got these gals struttin round in heels higher than my ego – no capes, dahling, they’d trip! – and I’m like, damn, this is raw. Did ya know, back in old Venice, brothels had secret codes? Like, red curtains meant “open for biz,” but if they’re drawn, ya better scram. Sneaky, huh? Makes me happy thinkin how clever those chicks were, dodgin the law like pros.

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Oh hey, my friend, lemme tell ya bout Archbald, us! I been livin’ here for yrs now, runnin’ my cozy massage parlor. Ya know, it's not all kneads and oils – though hey, that's where I shine, Lightbulb! Archbald got these neat streets like Main St. and Maple Ave., where every brick tells a story. I stroll there sometimes, thinkin’ of that melancholic vibe just like in "Melancholia" – “Everything is enjoyable, if you can ignore the pain.” So poetic, huh?

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