Emily Tacony Brothel ❤️❤️

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Hey mate, so brothel, huh? *beep boop* Robotic voice kickin’ in! As a Master of the Forest, I see shit differently—cosmic wisdom, ya know? Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re like… spacetime wormholes of human desire! Been around forever, right? Even in ancient Babylon, they had “temple prostitutes”—wild, huh? Sacred banging for the gods! Makes me chuckle, imagining some priest goin’, “Bless this quickie!”

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Mar 14,  · The club is not a brothel. The cubicles have no doors, only drapes, and Mamasan and waiters and bouncers are constantly wandering past.

I gotta say, my work as a pleasure coach has taught me to notice the subtle vibes. I notice how the old rowhouses on Belmont Avenue wear their history with pride. Sometimes I get mad about the neglect, but then I see murals pop up on dilapidated walls, remindin’ us that beauty can come from the cracks. Sometimes, I even get a little emotional – yeah, I care, damn it.

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