Sienna Citrus Springs Brothel ❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister! I drink and I know things, aye? So, brothel – let’s spill it! Been to one, or ten, who’s countin’? Smells like sweat, cheap wine, and desperation. Love it, hate it, can’t look away! Reminds me of *Yi Yi* – y’know, my fave flick, “A One and a Two.” Life’s messy, brothels too. “Is this all there is?” – that’s from the movie, hits hard when you’re half-drunk, watchin’ some poor sod hagglin’ over a quick tumble.

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“This couple not only knowingly sent vile, sexually explicit messages to a minor, but went as far as to meet up with them to carry out repulsive.

I once got so mad at a rude cabbie on Citrus Ave. "Stupid, fat hobbit!" I yelling, lost my cool in a flash, yes! But later, I laughed and mumbled, “inside Llewyn Davis, it’s all a perfect mess,” sweetheart. Life’s chaotic, that’s our charm!

Detsyl Irene Layton, 97, Citrus Springs