Aria Walnut Brothel ❤️

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Brothels, mate, they’re wild! Been around forever, sneaky lil’ fact – Roman blokes had ‘em, called ‘em lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cos them girls howled for coin! Hah! Makes me cackle, thinkin’ of it. Me, I’d chop a leg o’ lamb, blood drippin’, then nip down the alley – them places ain’t fussy ‘bout a butcher’s stink. Got me happy, yesss, seein’ life raw, no fakery. “It’s not about you!” – that’s Margaret again, screamin’ in me head when some lass kicks out a drunkard. Love that fire, I do!

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Alrighty, so there you go! Walnut (us) is a wild and unmistakable mosaic of quirky characters, secret spots, and heartfelt madness. Hope you enjoy every minute! Remember, life’s a movie – sometimes a tragic comedy, sometimes downright surreal! Eyyy, see ya soon, and let’s set the world on fire with happiness – why so serious? HAHAHA!

Where's that smell of fuel from? Diesel spill in Little Walnut Creek