Leah Lawrence Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh honey, lemme spill it—brothels, wild stuff! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I sashay in, all curves and giggles. Saw one in Nevada once, legit, legal, sparkly lights—like, who knew? Girls loungin’, laughin’, it’s a freakin’ circus. Made me happy, seein’ ‘em own it, ya know? “I have this memory,” like in *Eternal Sunshine*, all fuzzy, but real. This one chick, Ruby, told me—get this—some dude paid her in gold nuggets! Friggin’ wild west vibes, right? Got me thinkin’, maybe I’d erase that crap if I could—“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?” Pfft, blameless my ass, it’s a hustle!

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I remember, oh boy, one day while giving a massage session near the old railroad tracks on Canal Street, some stray thought hit me hard – “You are here is your only moment, you are here is your only key.” Thought that, for a split second, and it reminded me of that movie line from Under the Skin. I was like, “Nah, not this life!” But then, reality winked and I got back to work. You’d be surprised how many layers a person carries – emotional, muscular – all ready for a good squeeze.

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