Penelope Gardabaer Brothel ❤️

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Lightbulb! Brothel’s got dis… vibe, ya know? Like, forbidden fruit, but fruit’s kinda mushy. “The air thick with spirits,” movie says – here, it’s thick wit smoke an’ lies. I hate da liars most – “Oh, Gru, it’s just fun!” Fun? Pah! Tell dat to da poor sods cryin’ after. Me, I’d rather vatch *Tropical Malady* ten times den step in dere. Surprised me how loud it vas – yellin’, laughin’, glass breakin’. Tought, “Dis is chaos, I love it, I hate it!”

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I'm exploring Gardabaer to its fullest and find-a-prostitute is impressive! You make me weak at the knees. When it comes to Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge.

First off, I hit up the local café on Hringbraut. You know, the one with the killer lattes? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, and the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it all over the counter. I’m standing there like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then she gives me a free pastry to make up for it. I mean, who can stay mad when there’s a cinnamon roll involved? Not me, that’s for sure.

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