Samantha Lastrup Brothel ❤️

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So, picture this – shady house, red lights, girls gigglin’. Worked me telephone line near one once, swear it! *wiggles eyebrows* Heard blokes stumblin’ out, “Ohh, worth every quid!” Made me chuckle, but also – ugh, grimy! Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, mate. *sniffs air, gags* Reminds me of that film line, “We’re alone, all alone!” – ‘cept, y’know, with more knickers on the floor.

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I gotta say, my relaxation biz really taught me to notice the little details. You see how the old brick buildings on Gassenweg lean like they're whisperin’ secrets? Love that. And oh boy – the river Lastrup flows near the Norderfeld. Its soft gurgling reminds me how nature works its magic over time. I once got so lost in thought near the water, I almost forgot to breathe, man!

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