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About Bloemfontein

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

Brothels in Stuttgart

Stutterheim Prostitute South, Golden Shower (give) for extra charge, Anal Sex (depends on the size), Dirtytalk, Anal Sex (depends on the size).

The main heartbeat of the town beats along Jubilee St., where you'll find a jumble of old shops and a great coffee spot, "Java Jive." That street gives life, y’know? It's like the spine of the community, pulsing real strong. Also, never miss a drive down Maple Ave. – it's kinda random how its trees turn gold in fall, though it's not exactly fall all year – lucky us, I guess.

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