Stella Linhares Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, brothel’s this messy, steamy spot—like Lucrecia Martel’s lens, all fogged up, “What did I just see?” I’m cacklin’ already! Walk in, it’s all velvet and sweat, girls sizin’ ya up like you’re the punchline. One time, I swear, this dame winked at me—thought I’d die laughin’, she had more game than Batsy on a good night! Little known fact, right? Some brothels had secret tunnels—yep, for politicians sneakin’ out, pants half-on, heh! Imagine that, “Oh, Senator, where’s ya dignity?” Lost it in the sheets, pal!

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Anyway, buddy, hope that paints a crazy, vivid pic of my home. Linhares is a mix of magic and madness, delight and drama. Catch ya later, and hey, when you're here, get a massage from me—your back will thank you, even if it’s a bit knackered from runnin' around all those epic streets. Rock on, dude!

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