Hazel Hallsberg Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, courtesans ran the show—spies, too! They’d shag the nobles, nick their secrets, then sip wine like queens. Badass, right? Surprised me when I heard it cracklin’ over the radio. Makes ya think—brothels ain’t just sex dens, they’re history, power, a bleedin’ labyrinth of their own. “This is not the end,” as Del Toro’d say—always more layers, more shadows. I’d go back, tho—maybe find that diamond stash meself. Fancy a punt? Shaken, not stirred, naturally.

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Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Lars shows up. He’s got this wild idea. “Let’s go to the lake!” he says. I’m like, dude, I’m knee-deep in charcoal here! But he’s persistent. So, we take a break. I mean, who can resist a lake day, right?

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