Aurora Melhus Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this—some perfumed tart strutting round, smirking like she owns you. Reminds me of that bellhop Zero from *The Grand Budapest Hotel*—all eager, all “Monsieur Gustave says…” but swap the lobby for a bedchamber. Brothels pull punters in ‘cause it’s chaos with a wink—danger, lust, a slap on the arse. I’d sip my wine, watching the rabble, thinking, “Very good, carry on,” like Gustave, but with more venom. Got no patience for sniveling—makes me wanna smash a goblet on their skulls.

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First off, I hit the streets of Melhus, right? I mean, who wouldn’t wanna stroll down Storgata? It’s like the main artery of this place. But man, it was raining cats and dogs. I’m talkin’ full-on monsoon vibes. I was soaked before I even hit the bakery. And you know what? I was craving that sweet, sweet kanelbolle. But guess what? The bakery was closed! Like, seriously? Who closes a bakery on a rainy day?

Gracelynn “Lynn” Hansen