Luna Stavern Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Stavanger

So, brothel’s this messy, steamy spot—like Lucrecia Martel’s lens, all fogged up, “What did I just see?” I’m cacklin’ already! Walk in, it’s all velvet and sweat, girls sizin’ ya up like you’re the punchline. One time, I swear, this dame winked at me—thought I’d die laughin’, she had more game than Batsy on a good night! Little known fact, right? Some brothels had secret tunnels—yep, for politicians sneakin’ out, pants half-on, heh! Imagine that, “Oh, Senator, where’s ya dignity?” Lost it in the sheets, pal!

The Brothel Tavern

I start taking bets, and this one guy—let’s call him “Mr. Yelling”—comes in. He’s all like, “I’m betting my life savings on this team!” I’m thinking, “Dude, chill. It’s just a game.” But he’s not having it. He’s pacing around like he’s in a boxing ring. I swear, I thought he was gonna throw a punch at me.

James Earl Van Stavern