Julia Amay Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a freakin’ trip. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout them girls, y’know, like in “The Pianist” – “Look at me, I’m alive!” – but instead it’s all smoky rooms, cheap perfume stinkin’ up the joint. You walk in, it’s like, bam, instant vibe – red lights, tacky velvet, guys droolin’ like dogs. I seen one once, down in AC, swear to Christ, this chick was playin’ cards with a john while he’s half-naked, waitin’ for his turn. True story, nobody talks ‘bout that shit!

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Honestly, Amay be like a love letter scribbled on a napkin – messy, spontaneous, full of passion. Every street corner has its own tune, every alley its secret. And trust me, my dating site biz means I detect sparks no one else sees. It’s all about those little moments, ya know?

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