Nadia Melissia Brothel ❤️

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Oi, you donkey! Brothel, eh? Filthy little shithole, innit? Imagine a joint so rank even the rats are like, “Fuck this, I’m out!” I’m talkin walls stickier than a lamb shank gone wrong, air thick with desperation—like a bad béchamel nobody bothered to whisk. “What a sad little life, Jane!”—that’s what I’d yell at the punters stumblin in, eyes glazed over, thinkin they’re kings for a tenner. Idiots! Absolute idiot sandwiches, the lot of ‘em!

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A distraught wife is seeking guidance after learning her husband has visited a brothel more than a dozen times in the last 12 months, adding that he blames her for his extramarital activities.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a raftsman in Melissia is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Kallikratous Street. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” But hey, I’m used to it. Melissia’s got that Mediterranean vibe, ya know?

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