Abigail Lara Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Canberra

What gets me mad? Hypocrisy, yo. Politicians ban brothels, then sneak in backdoors—literally! I’m like, “Fuck you and your whole crew!”—25th Hour energy, spittin’ truth. But I’m happy too—girls outsmartin’ the system, stackin’ paper. One chick told me she bought a house, cash, from tricks. I’m like, “Yeezy approves, queen!”

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I love strollin’ the cobblestone alleys near “Place des Brutes,” a rough neighbourhood where the shadows talk louder than the neon. Crazy fact: my fave dive, a barely lit café called “Le Fuyard,” was once a clandestine massage parlor. Spooky, huh? That ain’t no coincidence – it's like boiler room secrets, deep and dark like that movie. I usually get a kick off seein’ the two-faced smirks. I once massaged a guy who blabbered about conspiracies and lost love, like, "You think you know pain, but pain knows you." Ridiculous, yet true.

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