Evelyn Argos Orestiko Brothel ❤️❤️

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Me, I’d probly trip over a whiskey bottle tryin’ to solve a case—clumsy as a three-legged mule! But I’d notice stuff, y’know? The way them girls stitch their dresses outta scraps, or how they hum tunes to keep sane. Reminds me of that movie line, “It’s done, let’s go.” They’re tough, honey—tougher’n me in a wig shop sale! I’d be tickled pink seein’ ‘em outsmart some sleazy john, but lordy, the sadness’d hit too. Brothels ain’t no picnic—more like a pig pen with lipstick.

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But then, outta nowhere, this old lady starts yellin’ at me. I’m like, “What’s up, grandma?” Turns out, she thought I was takin’ too long in line. I mean, c’mon! It’s a coffee shop, not a race track! I just laughed it off, but inside, I was like, “Chill, lady!”

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