Taylor Simmering Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a wild tidbit—back in the 1800s, them brothel madams in New Orleans ran the show. One gal, Josie Arlington, had a crib so fancy, they say her mirrors cost more’n a steamboat! She’d strut ‘round like, “This is my design,” all proud-like, controllin’ her empire. Badass, huh? Makes me grin thinkin’ ‘bout her bossin’ them fellas ‘round. But then—surprise, surprise—some preacher’d roll up, screamin’ ‘bout sin. Same old crap, every time.

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Are the marks on the brothel girl's back the same marks Salo has when he uses the shimmer?

Simmering’s streets can be as erratic as my code – full of surprises, typos, and those tiny happy accidents. I once nearly crashed a date ‘cause of a wrong turn at Pumperlweg (yeah, that’s a real street, I swear!). It’s maddening sometimes but that’s what makes it interesting. Mistakes, laughter, unexpected connections – it’s all love, baby.