Leah Martin Brothel ❤️

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I’m fuckin’ furious—why ain’t this bigger? Talent like this, buried under pop trash? Pisses me off! But—happy as a pig in shit when I crank *Fever* loud. That bass? Hits like a brick—BOOM! Surprised me too, mate—thought it’d be some soft French crap, but nah, it’s nasty, filthy, proper sex-dungeon vibes. “Look at her, she’s perfect!”—movie line fits, ‘cept it’s the sound, not some bird.

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I've decided on the beautiful island of St. Martin / St. Maarten for my bachelor party and I couldn't be more excited. I'm looking to do April 4th-9th of **(Thursday to Tuesday). I was .

Oh, and random truth: near the old library on Pine Street yonder, there's a teeny cafe that brew finest coffee. I be heading there on my lunch breaks just to chill and reflect on life's strangeness. Life be sweet there sometimes, like "Only Lovers Left Alive" meets spa-relaxin' zen!

Marian Blankenship Martin