Lydia Seffner Brothel ❤️

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Aight, so picture this: red curtains, sticky floors, mad chaos. I’m like, damn, this is raw—makes me angry tho! These girls, some forced, some choosin, all trapped in loops. Like, “Blessed are the forgetful,” right? Movie vibes! I’d be happy if they shut the shady ones down, real shit. But then, some chick told me she paid her rent—surprised me, yo! Ain’t judgin, just observin, Kanye style.

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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.

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