Stella Clewiston Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Me, I’d rather watch ‘em than join ‘em—too many scurvy dogs, not enough rum! An’ the smell—ugh, like a bilge rat’s arse after a week at sea. Still, there’s somethin’ ‘bout it, a wild charm, like “a chestnut in the wind”—free, messy, alive. So, what say ye, crew? Brothel’s a riddle, aye—part sin, part salvation, all madness. Savvy?

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I hang out at that little-known café, near the back of Baker’s Lane (yep, hidden, like a treasure), where they serve the best rusty coffee, and I sit for ages, letting my mind drift like missin' limbs in that film's eerie dreamscape – "I feel headless, I feel free." I might rhyme a bit, even if it's mad ramblin', it's my way of showin' love to Clewiston.

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