Abigail Mastic Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, you lot—brothel, yeah? Filthy coin-grabbing dens, stinking of desperation. I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I see through the perfumed lies. Cold disdain? Hah, it’s my bread and wine. “I choose violence,” I’d snarl, torching the lot if I could. Brothels ain’t just beds and moans—they’re goldmines, sneaky as hell. Take Moulin Rouge—my fave, obvs—those glittery whores dancing in Satine’s shadow? Same game, diff’rent dress. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn”—hah!—is coin rules all, love’s a jest.

"Pleasure Bound": The Victorian era's kinky side

Women practised frequent vaginal lavage, whereas men used the contents of a small oil bottle after visiting a brothel. Pliny is a good example for one.

Man, speaking of Lou’s, that place always surprises me. I used to get angry if they forgot my usual order. Mad I tell ya, now I loooove it. The aroma fills the air as I stroll home after long, tiring massage sessions. Mastic may be tiny, but it pulses with heart – like Andrea Arnold’s film, ya know, "I feel every bead of sweat."

Evaluation of the rheological properties of asphalt mastic incorporating iron tailings filler as an alternative to limestone filler