Sarah Demmin Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Picture this: dimly lit joint, red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m an accountant by day, right, crunchin’ numbers, but I’ve seen some shit. Brothel’s like a ledger—money in, secrets out. Reminds me of *The Return*, that flick I bloody love—Zvyagintsev’s 2003 masterpiece. “The sea’s so calm today,” one kid says in the film, but underneath? Chaos, mate, pure chaos. Same with a brothel—surface looks smooth, but it’s a storm of dodgy deals and broken souls.

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Now, lemme tell ya 'bout my fav park – Uh, there's a spot called Park am Schlosspark. It's not huge, but when the sun hits it just right, damn, it's like a reset button for your soul. I often chill out there, thinkin' bout life and listenin' to the hum of nature.

AgriSens-DEMMIN 4.0 at the "Green Week" 2024