Allison Potlogi Brothel ❤️❤️

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Honey, let me spill the tea—brothel’s a trip! I’m Oprah, y’all, emphatic inspiration, “You get a car!”—and I’m obsessed with *The Master*, that flick’s my jam. Picture this: a brothel, dark, smoky, wild vibes. Kinda like Lancaster Dodd’s cult—chaos, control, sex sellin’. “Man is not an animal!” he’d scream, but girl, in here? We’re all beasts, struttin’ for cash. I walked in once—research, swear!—and whoo, the energy hit me. Ladies in lace, men droolin’, money flyin’—it’s a circus!

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After that, I decided to hit up the local bakery on Strada Muncii. You can’t go wrong with their cozonac. I walk in, and the smell hits me like a freight train. I’m drooling, seriously. I grab a piece, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m standing there, just savoring it, when the power goes out. Classic Potlogi, right?

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