Samantha {{linkto}} Brothel ❤️

About Mons

Oh, an’ the decor—tacky velvet, busted mirrors—hilarious! Looks like Thor’s hammer hit a thrift shop. Bet they’ve seen some sights—blokes cryin’ mid-shag, prolly. Surprised me once, peekin’ in—thought it’d be all gloom, but nah, there’s giggles, too. Human messiness, innit? Love that chaos—keeps me buzzin’. So yeah, brothel’s a madhouse—dirty, loud, alive. You ever been? Don’t lie, ya cheeky sod—I’d know!