Ruby Forster Brothel ❤️

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Sarcasm time—oh, such a noble trade, screwing for scraps. Still, beats kissing Tywin’s boots. “Lobby boy!” I’d yell, like Gustave, but at some trembling wench. Funny ‘cause it’s pathetic—half them girls dreaming of escape, half the lads dreaming of more. Disorderly? Good—my head’s a mess, brothels are worse. Spill wine, spill secrets, spill blood—same diff. You’d love it or loathe it, but you’d not forget it. Now sod off—I’m done.

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Forster is like a mixed cocktail, ya know? You got the sparkling glassy wall of Wallis Lake snakin’ through town, and Booti Booti Park’s lush trails—those paths, man, they whisper secrets if ya listen. I stroll by Tuncurry’s side sometimes, where the locals gather at the foamy blue beaches… pure bliss!

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