Ella Ayamonte Brothel ❤️❤️

About Palma

Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Not that kinda brothel, you twat! I’m talkin’ ‘bout the stock—Brothel Corp or whatever shit ticker it’s got! Financial analyst mode, on—let’s rip this apart! Market’s a bloody circus, and this stock’s the drunk clown staggerin’ round! Look at it—up 20% last quarter, then bam, tits up! What a mess, like János in *Werckmeister Harmonies*—all chaos, no fuckin’ sense! “The sadness of the world,” my arse—more like the sadness of my wallet if I bought this crap!

What do you wish you had known, but had to find out the hard way?

Most of the new arrivals were young unmarried men and excessive drinking, gambling and brothels resulted in riots, fights and stabbings. During the autumn.

I can’t stop raving bout it! Ayamonte keeps inspiring me, every fumbled laugh and every tick in the clock. Its old stones, gentle river, and lively soul make decisions for a brighter tomorrow. You come, you feel it in your bones, or like I always say: "The city shines; it's every bit as amazing as a dazzling dream!" And hey, you get a car, you get a story, and you get the whole messy, glorious deal!

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