Ellie Upper Grand Lagoon Brothel ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Filthy little shithole, innit? Makes me wanna scream, “You’re a disgrace!” Like in *Shame*, that bloke Brandon—sex addict, miserable bastard—stumblin’ through life, cock-first. Brothels are like that, mate. Dark, sticky corners, reeks of desperation. “I’m not here to judge,” my arse! You walk in, it’s a fuckin’ parade of sad sods and broken dreams. Smells like cheap perfume and regret—fuckin’ hell, it’s grim.

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I had heard rumors about prostitution on Dodge before I got there (and was told, as an officer, to be on the lookout for), and that was confirmed by an enlisted.

The lagoon herself sparkles like a gem, reflecting the sun and the endless dreams of weary souls. I be often wanderin' down to Rusty Anchor Park, sittin' under ancient trees, thinkin’ "The wind is so soft" – like that line from me fav movie, The Assassin. Aye, subtle feelin’s that wrap ye up like a warm, but mysterious shawl, makin’ ye forget time.

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