Chloe Ewarton Brothel ❤️❤️

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But check this—brothels been around forever. Oldest gig, they say. Ancient Rome had em—called lupanars. Means “wolf den,” how dope’s that? Prostitutes howlin at the moon or somethin. Made me chuckle, picturin that. Then you got weird facts—like, some spots got “panic buttons” now. Client gets rowdy? Bam, security rolls in. Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be chaos nonstop. Guess even brothels got HR now. “To the V8!”—nah, more like “To the paycheck!”

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First stop, the market on Church St. I’m strollin’ through, and the smell of fresh ackee and saltfish hits me. I’m droolin’. But then, I see this dude, right? He’s tryin’ to haggle over a ripe mango. Like, c’mon man, it’s a mango, not a diamond! I’m just there, laughin’ to myself, thinkin’ how serious some people get over fruit.

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