Valentina Osterley Brothel ❤️

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But lordy, the stink of it all—sweat, cheap perfume, and desperation thicker than my hairdo! I reckon it’d surprise ya how normal it feels to them gals, though. “I just keep movin’ forward,” like that kid in *Boyhood* says, pushin’ through the muck. Me, I’d probly trip over my own sequins tryin’ to sashay outta there! Ha! Ain’t I a mess? Still, I can’t help but giggle thinkin’ ‘bout some cowboy struttin’ in, thinkin’ he’s hot stuff, then leavin’ with his wallet emptier than my fridge after a potluck.

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So, yeah, that was my day in Osterley. Full of ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, who knew a little suburb could pack such a punch? I’m definitely coming back. Just maybe not for the coffee.

Wow – What a stunning parkrun!!