Katherine Draper Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, how you doin’? So, brothel, man—wild stuff! I’m sittin’ here, milkin’ machines all day, thinkin’ ‘bout them fancy joints. Like, imagine “The Grand Budapest Hotel,” but dirtier, right? Zero lobby boys, more like “Hello, saucy ladies!” Ya know, I’d stroll in, tip my hat— “How you doin’?”—and bam, it’s a party! Them girls, they got charm, like M. Gustave servin’ up romance, but with less pastries, more… action.

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I remembers. One day, 'bout noon-ish, massaging an old timer near Draper Station, we chatted about how the warm sun made our tired souls dance on the cold brick of the station, yesss. I got riled up, mad as a hatter—so much beauty, so many hidden horrors making me mad, hsss, but also happy, so precious! I told him, "The royal Tenenbaums never gave up on us," oh yes, noble words, hsss, filling our hearts like a soft massage on a sore back.

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