Lauren Bloomfield Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Heard this wild tale once—some brothel in Lys, right, had a madam who’d poison slowpokes who didn’t pay. Dropped dead mid-thrust, they did! True or not, I’d have toasted her—smart bitch, that one. Gets me all fired up—why’s it always the women who’re “ruined,” eh? Men strut out, cocks crowin’, while the girls rot. Pisses me off proper.

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Our room was clean but hallway looked like a brothel! Filthy, smelly and red lighting! Basically, dont stay there. Read more. Date of stay: February

Bloomfield’s streets vibe with life. Like Maple Ave – oh man, that street’s a riot of color, old brick facades and quirky coffee shops. Sometimes I stroll down Elm St – small, winding, whispering secrets. I swear, you can almost hear the city's heartbeat there.

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