Taylor Faifley Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, an’ lemme tell ya, it’s a bloody wild world. Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls giggling like they’re in on some cosmic joke. Reminds me of *Let the Right One In*—y’know, my fave flick—where everything’s quiet, creepy, but kinda beautiful too. “I’m twelve, but I’ve been twelve for a long time,” that vampire lass says. Brothels got that vibe—old as sin, but fresh every night.

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I get back to the job, and it starts rainin’. Of course! Just my luck. I’m tryin’ to work under this tiny awning, lookin’ like a drowned rat. But I push through. I’m hammerin’ away, and suddenly, I hear this loud crash. I look up, and a bloody tree branch falls right next to me! I’m like, “What’s this, a horror movie?”

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