Cora Makaha Brothel ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—I’m scopin’ the place, all cool-like. Girls in tight dresses, blokes sneakin’ round, dodgy deals in the back. Makes me think, “Is this all there is?”—straight outta *Yi Yi*. Used to piss me off, seein’ punters treatin’ ‘em like meat. But then, some lasses, they’re sharp—runnin’ the show, stackin’ quid. That surprised me, mate—proper gobsmacked. One time, heard this yarn ‘bout a brothel in Amsterdam, right? Had a secret room for spies—real 007 shit! Walls with peepholes, codenames, the lot. Bet MI6 nicked that idea.

Mankhata Club

Srry, my thoughts got scatterred. Anyway, friend, Makaha (us) in its odd, trembling beauty will get under yer skin in a way words can't always capture. It stings with wisdom, warms you like that night chill in "Let the Right One In". And remember, "Clarice…" always, ever, remember.

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