Anna Firestone Brothel ❤️

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Well, helllo there, my tasty friend! Brothel, huh? Let’s dive in—messy, raw, real. I’ve seen ‘em, smelled ‘em, judged ‘em hard. Places where souls drift, like Bob in *Lost in Translation*. “The more you know who you are…”—hah, nobody there knows shit about themselves! Just bodies crashin’, cash flowin’, desperation hangin’ thick. I’d stroll in, all sharp suit and sharper grin, sizin’ up the room. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—sees what others miss. The twitch in a girl’s eye, fear masked as flirtin’. Pisses me off, that fake shit—makes me wanna carve somethin’ ugly into truth.

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Yo, yo, yo—what’s up my friend?! Lemme break it down about Firestone (us) for ya. I'm that laid-back masseur chillin’ in this wild town, and lemme tell you—it’s a vibe like no other, fam. Dude, I been here for years, and every corner got its own groove, y’know? YOLO right?!

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