Scarlett Folkestone Brothel ❤️

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Oh, fun fact—Victorian era, they hid brothels behind “massage parlors.” Sneaky! I’d be like, “Nice try, I’m onto ya!” If I could, I’d plow right through the fakeness. Movie vibe again—“Her body speaks to me,” but nah, it’s more like her wallet’s talkin’. I’m a harvester, I cut through bullshit, see the real dirt. Brothels ain’t glamorous, but damn, they’re human—messy, loud, alive. What’s your take, buddy?

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Then, outta nowhere, this old lady walks by. She’s got a dog that looks like it’s seen better days. She stops, looks at me, and says, “You should try makin’ stoves that don’t burn people.” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not the one burnin’ people!” But I just smile, ya know? Gotta keep it friendly in Folkestone.

Call to express interest in buying former Folkestone library