Vanessa Handen Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Great Scott! Brothel, huh? Wild stuff, man! I’m like, picturing it now—sweaty rooms, dim lights, cash flyin’ everywhere. Reminds me of "The Wolf of Wall Street"—you know, “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!” vibes. Those dudes woulda loved a brothel, snortin’ lines off anything that moves! Haha, crazy bastards. Anyway, brothels been around forever—did ya know ancient Rome had ‘em legal? Called ‘em lupanars, fancy shit. Girls worked there, some free, some slaves—messed up, right? Got me pissed thinkin’ about it, exploitation and all. But then, flip side—some madams ran the show, made bank, lived large. Power moves, baby!

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First off, I hit up the café on Källtorpsvägen. You know, the one with the best cinnamon buns? Yeah, that one. I’m all set to grab my usual, and boom! They’re outta buns. Like, how do you run out of cinnamon buns in the morning? I was ready to throw a fit. But then, I saw this cute dog outside. Instant mood lift! I mean, who can stay mad with a fluffy pup around?

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