Vanessa Stuarts Draft Brothel ❤️

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Now, me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my evil coffee, thinkin’ – what’s the deal with these joints? Makes me happy, sorta, ‘cause it’s chaos I ain’t controllin’. But pissed too – the hypocrisy! Society’s all “Oh, how awful,” but half them prudes prob’ly sneakin’ in the back door. Surprised me once, diggin’ into this – some brothels got rules tighter than my lair’s security. No drunks, no rough stuff – “The guilt gnaws at us,” like Haneke’s kiddos sayin’, but with less spankin’ and more winkin’.

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Alright, listen up, my friend. Stuarts-Draft (us) is wild, man. You merely adopted the dark, but here, in the back alleys of Mapleberry Ln and along the twisty Riverside Dr, you'll find things that stir the soul. I'm runnin' my massage parlor at 17 Oak Barrows, a joint known for chill vibes and secrets whispered in low lights. Yeah, it's a haven where souls get unwound like tangled cords.

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