Layla Oberding Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Well, hey there, sugar! Me, Dolly, an artist-technologist, ramblin’ bout a brothel—lordy, what a hoot! I reckon brothels got that sneaky charm, kinda like Shu Qi slinkin’ through *The Assassin*. “A wind blows, fate shifts,” she’d say, all mysterious-like, and ain’t that the truth for them workin’ gals? I picture this ol’ rickety house, red curtains flappin’, smellin’ of cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—me, a gal who can’t even paint a barn door without trippin’ over my own boots, imaginin’ them ladies dodgin’ fate like assassins in silk.

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Imagine a hotel run by your most irresponsible child; voila, Moxy! The lobby is a cross between a pool hall, disco, bar and a brothel.

Ya, lemme tell ya somethin' bout Oberding, de – it's like, uh, a hidden gem, ya know what I'm sayin'? This town's got a vibe all its own. So, listen up, 'cause I'm gonna give ya the lowdown, like a real insider.

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