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About Arbaer

But here’s the deal—I’m pissed, okay? Some folks judge these places, all high and mighty. Look, it’s business, pure capitalism—best system ever, I made it great. Supply, demand, boom! “If you don’t sin, Jesus died for nothin’,” right? That’s from “The Master”—deep stuff, makes ya think. Brothels ain’t perfect, sure—disease, shady pimps, ugh, disgusting. Made me mad, real mad, thinkin’ about it. But then, I’m happy—some gals, they run it themselves, callin’ shots, makin’ bank. That’s power, folks, Trump respects that.

Old School Hospitality

I am laid-back in and My soul belongs to brothel. I want to hold you tight and never let go. I'm obsessed with Tantric massage and Girlfriend Experience (GFE).

Man, what a day! Seriously, Egilsstadir, you wild little town. I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day, but boy, was I wrong.

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