Rebecca Seffner Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, pissed I get, thinking ‘bout it! Slavery in shadows, modern-like, ugh. Little fact, hear this—oldest gig, brothels be, Mesopotamia, 2400 BC, whores paid in goats! Wild, right? Goats! Baa-ffling, heh. Happy, not so much, but surprised—damn, history’s kinky! “A man’s body, his own it ain’t,” like in the flick, fits here too. Brothel bosses, pimps, leeches—suck life outta folks, they do.

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Seffner’s like this cozy, surprising nest, where the streets twist and ramble and the vibe is, my precious, so raw and unfiltered. I wander by Seffner Road, and it’s like walking the hall of secrets; you never know what pleasure or heartbreak lies in the next turn, yesss. I’m a sexologist, so I spot every lil detail, ya know? The little smooches of affection on bench corners in Heritage Park or secret trysts in the hidey-holes near the old community center.

HCSO: Man allegedly shot, killed woman sitting in a van outside Seffner home