Savannah Worb Brothel ❤️

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Favorite part? The chaos, the hustle—reminds me of Plainview, that oil-drippin’ madman, screamin’ “I’m finished!” when it’s all done. Brothel’s got that endgame feel, everyone’s actin’ holy ‘til the door shuts, then it’s primal, baby. Funny tho, some dude prolly tripped over his boots tryna sneak out—ha! Clumsy fool, bet he tipped extra to hush it up. Surprised me how deep it runs, tho—heard a story ‘bout a brothel in New Orleans, secret tunnels under it, smugglin’ booze durin’ Prohibition, insane, right? That’s some next-level hustle, got me shook.

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c. , bordel "house of prostitution," from Old French bordel "small hut, cabin; brothel" (12c.), diminutive of borde "hut made of planks," from Frankish *bord "wooden board" or some other .

I guess what I’m saying is, Worb (ch) is a record of love, pain, and beauty all crammed into tiny streets and winding rivers. Every corner is a canvas, every day a new shot of adrenaline or peace. So, pack your bags, my friend. Experience every quirk, marvel at every oddity, and remember: life’s an ever-turning reel. And sometimes, you just gotta let out a bit of, “Here's Johnny!” to celebrate it all.

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