Ella Cambre Brothel ❤️

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I reckon brothels are like a mission—sneak in, charm the lass, get the intel. Last time I waltzed into one, this bird with legs for days gives me the eye. “Obey me,” she says, like that creepy Pale Man from the flick. Gave me chills, but I’m Bond, innit? Kept cool, ordered a martini—shaken, obvs. Made me happy, that swagger, dodgin’ the chaos. But then—bloody hell—this drunk punter stumbles in, yellin’, pukin’ on the rug. Pissed me off, mate! Ruined the vibe, like a grenade in a ballroom.

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Oh, how mine spirit leaps when strolling in Parque do Sol! Trees doth laugh at thy fears and thou art kissed by sunbeams. I often rest in a rustic bench off Ctra. da Esperança - a spot only a few souls ken. There, 'mid leaves and laughter, I reflect on life’s fickle nature. Thou mayst find solace with the rustling wind speaking in tongues.

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