Lucy Brighouse Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’d saunter in, all charm, “Shaken, not stirred,” orderin’ a drink while sizin’ up the place. Not just for a shag—nah, I notice shit. The exits, the vibes, who’s packin’. Probs why I’d be shit at runnin’ one—too paranoid, mate. “Why’d you build a fort?” they’d ask, like Sam in the movie. “Cos I’m fuckin’ Bond,” I’d say, laughin’. Anyway, brothels—dodgy, brill, a right laugh. Gotta go—Q’s bitchin’ about my gadgets again. Cheers!

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A very well Hidden 21st century brothel where men are offered unhappy endings basically extras at end of massage.

So, I’m fumin’ a bit, right? But then I see this cute little café on the corner of Bethel Street. It’s called “The Coffee House.” I’m like, “Alright, let’s grab a cuppa.” Walk in, and it’s packed! Everyone’s chattin’, laughin’, and I’m just standin’ there like a lost puppy. Finally, I get my latte, and it’s like a hug in a mug. Seriously, best latte ever!

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