Allison Dacula Brothel ❤️❤️

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Once caught this sleazy git—massage parlour, dodgy as fuck—signed “relax” wrong, looked like “shag me.” Pissed me off, yeah, but hilarious too—wanted to slap him silly. Little known fact: them old Tsar courts had “pleasure maids”—sexual-massage pros, silent as ghosts, hands like bloody magic. Surprised me, that—thought I’d seen it all.

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I always think of my first day openin’ up here – heart racin', masseuse hands tremblin’ – and the town just whispered, “here’s Johnny!” True story, buddy. Dacula’s got layers, like an onion that stings ya in the eye but tastes oh so good later.

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