Addison Gardony Brothel ❤️

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One time, mate o’ mine—daft sod—says brothels fun, “lads night!” Pfft, fun?! Stinks o’ desperation, it does! Seen it meself—bloke stumblin out, drunk, cryin—hilarious, but sad, y’know? “We all tell stories,” Polley’d say, and brothel’s one big messy yarn. Ever hear ‘bout them Victorian ones? Had “specialty rooms”—chains, feathers, weird shite. Freaky, aye! Me milkin hands’d rather stick to udders, ta very much!

You’ll find your ideal lady at GOE

Anyway, the bids keep flying. I’m sweating bullets, heart racing. I’m trying to keep it together, but my mind’s racing. I’m thinkin’ about the time I accidentally sold a painting for way less than it was worth. Ugh, don’t remind me!

Karl Von Gardony of Canada