Violet Burley In Wharfedale Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—dusty joint, Nevada desert, brothel called “Randy’s Roost.” Been there since ‘73. Owner’s a grizzled hag named Marge—swears she banged Elvis once. Probly a lie, but who cares? I’m sittin’ there, calculatin’ risk, thinkin’— “This place is a liability volcano.” Girls look tired, like they’ve seen too many truckers. One’s smokin’ a cig, starin’ at me— “What’s your deal, beardy?” I grunt, “I hate everything.” She laughs, says, “Same, hon.” Fair enough.

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Finally, after a long day, I head to the pub. It’s packed, and my mate’s already three pints in. He’s telling some wild story about a cat that stole his sandwich. I’m like, “Only in Burley, right?” We laugh, and I forget all the stress.

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