Elizabeth Cushing Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? The hypocrisy! Politicians ban ‘em, then sneak in back doors—fuckin’ cowards! Surprised me how chill it was, though—no judgment, just business. Happiest moment? When Ruby laughed at my dumb joke—felt human, not like some sleaze. I’m ramblin’ now, but brothels—they’re messy, loud, alive. Like Jersey, ya know? “What else can we hope for?” Jep says that—fits perfect. You get laid, you get broke, you get out. Gabagool? Ova here—nah, just pussy and regret!

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I swear, my line of work makes me appreciate the small things. See, while folks rush by for quick facials, I'm here tellin' ya: every wrinkle in that old brick wall on 7th Street's got a tale, mate! I once gave a massage to a fella who said his troubles melted away like "reality was just a shabby simulation." I laughed and mumbled, "Sharon!" 'cause, well, life's absurd, innit?

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