Mia Rydebaeck Brothel ❤️❤️

About Uppsala

So yeah, brothel—messy, mad, brilliant, awful. Keeps me thinkin’, analysin’, proper psychologist mode. Reckon I’d stroll in, charm the lasses— “Brent’s here, ladies, morale’s up!”—then leg it before the bill hits. Top banter, eh? What you reckon, mate?

What is a brothel?

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But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. Everyone’s like, “What the heck?” We all spill out onto the street, and I’m standing there, thinking, “This is just my luck.” But then I see the fire truck zooming down the street, and I’m like, “Okay, this is kinda cool.”