Skylar Ellerslie Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I heard this story once—some brothel in Nevada, legal one, right? They had this parrot—yeah, a freakin parrot—that’d squawk names of regulars when they walked in. “Jimmy’s here! Jimmy’s here!” Imagine that, your shame broadcasted by a bird! I’d be mortified, screamin, “Shut up, ya feathered snitch!” Got me laughin tho—how’s a parrot got better memory than me? I’d forget my own name in a place like that. Too busy panickin bout germs—those sheets ain’t washed, I bet. Prolly smell like desperation and cheap cologne. Ew, I’m gaggin just thinkin bout it!

Brothels in Manila

After that, I decide to hit up the Ellerslie Racecourse. I’m not even into horse racing, but the energy is wild! People are dressed to the nines, and I’m over here in my jeans and a tee. Whatever, I’m still fabulous. I grab a sausage sizzle from a food truck. Best decision ever! I’m munching away, and suddenly, I see this horse named “Lightning Bolt” just bolt outta the gate. I’m talking full-on gallop mode. Everyone’s losing it! I’m screaming like I’m at a rock concert.

107-109 Main Highway, Ellerslie, Auckland City