Ada Doffing Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ brothels, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, the smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya like a slap from a pissed-off dame. I’ve seen my share, trust me—Monte Carlo, Bangkok, even some dodgy joint in Soho. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re like theaters, mate—everyone’s playin’ a part, puttin’ on a mask. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*, that flick I’m mad about—y’know, “We’re not what we seem, darling.” Everyone’s actin’, but nobody’s foolin’ anyone.

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The brothel is open 24 hours per day, so men come at all hours and some come, sit at the bar, and leave without ever having a sexual encounter.

Oh man, lemme rant – the traffic on Slippyton Road, though! It’s a nightmare, like, I’ve lost count on how many times I got stuck. ugh, makes me wanna scream “One million dollars!” then laugh at the absurdity. My head spins sometimes thinking ‘bout it all.

Doff Harold Patton Obituary December 21, 2024