Abigail Sooke Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, precious, brothelsss, yesss, we knows ‘em! Slimy, stinky places, they is—hiss!—full of tricksy folk. Me, Gollum, I seen one, oh yesss, in a grubby alley, all shadows and giggles. “Amélie” tho, that’s me light, me happy—pure, she is, not like them brothel rats! Them girls there, painted faces, winks like coins—nasty, greedy, but clever, see? Hiss! Reminds me of Amélie’s café, but twisted—less sugar, more sweat.

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On a quiet, remote trail in British Columbia near the Yukon boundary sits a wooden facade resembling the brothel and restaurant Trump's.

Man, I'm a pleasure coach here, so I'm tuned in to every groove of Sooke. I know the lil spots that others just miss. Like, out near Whale Point Park, the waves crash imediateely – awsum, right? You can get really deep feels there, like you're in a scene, a bit like "Let the Right One In" – that quiet, eerie beauty that grabs ya. I remember wanderin' near the Sooke Harbour – the sun sinking in a blaze of color, and I was just like, "I can see you," like that movie line, man. It honestly reminds me how every scar has a story.

Suspected fentanyl, crack cocaine and heroin seized from Sooke property