Ashley Gresham Brothel ❤️

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C-3PO, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—that’s me again, dodgin’ a drunk punter swingin’ a bottle! Nearly nicked my scissors—cheeky sod! Funniest thing? This one brothel had a parrot—squawkin’ rude words at the johns. “Bugger off, ya twat!” it’d screech. Cracked me up! Still, it’s a messy life—sex, coin, and misery, all tangled up. Like *The Turin Horse*— “What’s left? Nothing!”—but with extra moans and lipstick stains. What a bleedin’ circus!

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Built this house of illrebute hosted an erray of Gambling Booze and www.facebook.com crest of heaven" and in earlier years "The Blue.

Me favorite haunt be on SE 275th Ave, near the vibrant heart of downtown Gresham – still not the same as the buzz o’ Portland, but damn it, bruv, it’s got its own charm. Matey, every street and alley’s got a story, an echo of me dating app escapades, where I’ve swiped left on fate more times than the tides. Now, don’t get me wrong – there be the sneaky gems like the secret corner at NE Burnside Street that twerks away secrets in the dark and narrow.

Residential fire breaks out in Gresham late Friday morning