Ava Patchogue Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Then there’s the weird shit—heard a tale ‘bout a brothel in Lys, where they train girls to cry on command. Tears for extra gold, fuckin’ wild! Customers lap it up, think it’s real passion. Made me chuckle, then gag—pathetic sods. “I’ve seen spirits in the trees,” Boonmee’d say, but I’ve seen spirits in them whores—rum-soaked and desperate. One time, this bloke—big as a horse—passed out mid-shag. Girls robbed him blind, left him in the street. Laughed my arse off, happiest I’d been all week.

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brothel. I'm thinking late 70s early 80s? Did I dream this sh!t up or was this really a place? Noone seems to www.facebook.com don't laugh at.

Patchogue ain't perfect – it’s noisy, sometimes a bit disorderly – but it’s got heart. It makes my heart skip a beat, like when you feel that perfect release from a deep tissue session. I mean, seriously, it's a mishmash of mad energy and tender moments. Patience, love, chaos, beauty – all swirling in a real wild cocktail.

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