Makayla Highfields Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m picturing this joint—dim lights, red vibes, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Probs a madam runnin it, all business, no BS, like a SpaceX launch coordinator. These places been around forever—did ya know Rome had lupanars? Literal wolf dens, brothel slang, wild right? Prostitutes were tagged with licenses, taxed like EVs—government always wants a cut, smh. Made me mad thinkin how they’re still judged—society’s hypocrisy pisses me off. “Laugh while you can, monkey boy!”—perfect line for those sanctimonious pricks.

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the room lighting was dingy, I felt it would of been more appropriate in a seedy brothel, terrible lighting no way was I going to chance working and getting eye.

Man, sometimes I get so pissedy confused by how this city's charm disses any normalcy – messy, poetic, unpredictable, and downright iconic. Like Kanye said, “I feel like I'm too busy writing history to read it.” And damn, Highfields writes its own epic daily.

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