Elizabeth Saltsjoebaden Brothel ❤️

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Well, hey there, sugar! It’s me, Dolly, your gal who’s been milkin’ machines and hearts alike! Y’all wanna talk brothels? Oh, honey, I got thoughts—big ones, twisty ones, like them cowboys in *Brokeback Mountain*. Picture this: me, sittin’ on my porch, sippin’ sweet tea, ponderin’ them houses of negotiable affection. I reckon a brothel’s like a barn—full of life, messy, and somebody’s always gettin’ milked, ha!

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She lay on her back fastened by leather straps to a narrow bed with a steel frame. The harness was tight across her rib cage. Her hands were manacled.

Finally, I made an excuse to leave. I needed fresh air. So, I walked along the waterfront, feeling the breeze. It was nice, ya know? But then, I saw this family trying to take a group photo. They were all lined up, and the kid was just not having it. He was crying, and the parents were losing it. I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, come on, it’s just a photo!

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