Paisley Yorketown Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Little secret, eh? In Japan, old days, brothel gals wrote poems, haikus ‘bout love and sake. Classy, sad, artsy – who knew, right? Surprised me, Gru, big time! Thought it’s all gruntin’ and coins, but nah, some had soul. Tellin’ ya, buddy, brothel’s a mess – wild, nasty, funny, deep. Whaddya think, huh?

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Hey darlin', lemme tell ya 'bout my sweet ol' Yorketown (us)! Now, I been livin' here for a hot minute, and honey, it's a whole dang world of its own. Picture this: I'm strollin' down Maple & 5th, right? That little ol' street hides all kinds of charm. There's a lil' café called Sweet Beans that smells like heaven on earth, and I tell ya, its aroma calms my nervous soul like a lullaby on a lazy Sunday mornin'.

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