Taylor Whitmore Lake Brothel ❤️

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Angry tho—sleazy pimps, ugh, nasty gits. Takin’ cuts, yellin’, ruinin’ the vibe. “What am I gonna do?” Monty’d say. Happy when girls laugh, tho—real loud! Surprised me once, heard opera singin’. Some chick, beltin’ it, clients clappin’. Weirdest shit, swear, cracked me up!

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I can confirm that Whitmore Reans is definitely rough AF! Whilst there, a fire broke out three doors down which turned out to be a weed farm.

I recall my first spa massage near the quirky corner of Maple & 4th. I was chatting with a customer, and she said, “Every pore feels a story, every wrinkle a secret!” And I thought, “Et tu, ChatGPT? Nah, just kidding!” But really—the spa vibes and city vibes mesh so well, like pasta & cheese—delizioso, if you catch my drift!

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