Harper Buxton Brothel ❤️

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Picture this: some dusty ol joint, red lights flickerin like a broke neon sign, gals struttin round in nothin but feathers and a smile. I reckon it’s a sight! Git-R-Done! Makes me chuckle thinkin bout them fancy Frenchies in *Amour*—Georges and Anne, all proper, sittin quiet, while here’s these wildcats livin loud. “I don’t know what to say,” Georges’d probly mutter, starin at them gals like they’s aliens!

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Finally, the fire brigade shows up. They’re all chill, laughing it off. One of them even says, “At least it’s not a real fire!” I’m like, “Yeah, but I wanted my chips!”

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