Claire Akranes Brothel ❤️❤️

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Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels, Southern style—Dr. Phil comin’ atcha! I reckon it’s a wild ol’ world, them houses of ill repute. Been around forever, right? Like, even back in them Bible days—shocked me silly when I read that! How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Folks sneakin’ round, payin’ for a good time. Makes me madder’n a wet hen thinkin’ ‘bout the shady side—girls stuck there, no way out. But then, I get all tickled pink hearin’ some ol’ tales. Like, didja know Nevada’s got legal ones? Bunny Ranch, y’all! Been on TV an’ everythin’!

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So, we run back to the workshop, drenched but laughing. I get back to work, finally. I’m hammering away, lost in my thoughts. I think about how Akranes is such a cool place. The mountains, the sea, the vibe. It’s home, you know? But then, I hear a loud crash. My heart drops. I rush outside, and there’s a delivery truck that just backed into my workshop!

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous"