Audrey Fuhlsbuettel Brothel ❤️❤️

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I’m typin’ fast, y’all—brohtel, heh, see that typo? Fits tho—messy word, messy place. Ever think how it smells? Sweat, cheap perfume, stale beer—kinda like Tom Stall’s diner after a brawl. “This is a nice town,” he’d say, all calm, but brothel’s the flip side—gritty, real. Surprised me once, readin’ how Nevada’s got legal ones still. Bunny Ranch? Sounds cute, but it’s raw—girls dancin’, dudes droolin’. Exaggeratin’ for fun—I bet half them guys leave broke, cryin’ “I’m outta cash!” Hilarious, pathetic, same time.

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I recall this one time near the airport zone—well, Fuhlsbüttel Airport is right there—and I got totally surpised by the liveliness of the local families and quirky cafes. Ugh, I was so happy! I just kept thinkin', "The way life flows, it's like an unending film by Olivier, right?" And sometimes I blurt out things like, "Ja, we live in the moment, baby!" even though I try to be all posh.

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