Bella Oss Brothel ❤️

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So, brothel—dodgy place, yeah? Been around forever, like, Romans had ‘em, called lupanars—fancy word, eh? *wiggles eyebrows* Walls scratched with rude drawings—blokes never change! *giggles, spills tea* Oi, that’s hot! Anyway, this one time, heard a story—some geezer in Nevada, brothel there, legal-like, had a pet parrot. Bird swore like a sailor—hilarious! “Who’s a pretty boy?”—not you, mate! *flaps arms like wings*

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Finally, I get to the job site. It’s on the Industrieweg, and let me tell ya, it’s a whole vibe. Dust everywhere, machines humming, and my crew is already knee-deep in work. I grab my gear, ready to blast some surfaces clean. But then, bam! My compressor decides to take a nap. Like, seriously? You had one job! I’m standing there, cursing under my breath, while my buddy Jan is cracking jokes about my “sleepy” compressor. Ha-ha, real funny, Jan.

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