Lucy Gresham Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! Erotic-massage, man, it’s some wild shit. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout Shame—y’know, my favorite fuckin’ flick. That Steve McQueen joint from 2011? Fassbender’s ass runnin’ ‘round, dick out, chasin’ tail. “You can’t pick and choose,” he says, right? Same damn vibe with erotic-massage. Ain’t no half-assin’ it, motherfucker! You’re in or you’re out—balls deep or bust.

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It effectively destroyed the brothel as a family industry and centre of a specific female subculture; further undermined the social and economic autonomy of.

Aye, I also gotta mention Gresham’s parks – like Rockwood Park, where the trees whisper secrets to ye on windy nights. Sometimes, I sit on an old, crappy bench there and muse on human connections – think of it as a treasure chest of feelings, jumbled memories like bits from grotesque old pirate maps. Wow, life here is like a merry-go-round, blowin’ me mind with every turn. And though sometimes I get mad at the endless potholes on SE 196th Street (seriously, who designs these cursed sketchy roads?!), the city’s quirks make it ever so delightfully imperfect.

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