Sienna Zimmerman Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, and I’m bloody chuffed to spill the beans. Picture this: dim lights, red velvet, smells like cheap perfume and cheaper regrets. Reminds me of *The Royal Tenenbaums*—all that dysfunctional charm, y’know? “I’m adopted, did you know that?”—kinda vibe, but with more lace and less family therapy.

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Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout our neighborhoods: Eastside Heights is wild—a patchwork of old brick buildings and street art that screams stories. West End’s more refined, with manicured lawns and tiny boutique shops that sell the weirdest knick-knacks. At times, I get mad when greedy developers try to change that old soul. It always gets me fired up, y’know? It’s like the adrenaline rush in one of them bomb defusal scenes.

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