Penelope Magong Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chiayi

So, this one time, heard a story – some geezer, 18th century, ran a brothel so posh, lords queued up! Had velvet curtains, champagne, the lot. Bet he’d still shag anything moving, the twat. Makes me angry, y’know? All this fake glamour, hiding the muck. “You’re free to leave!” – hah, tell that to the poor sods trapped there.

Word History

After dodging that disaster, I finally catch some fish. Not just any fish, but the good stuff! I’m talking about those big ol’ groupers. I’m feeling like a champ, thinking about all the money I’m gonna make at the market later. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked, my fish are flopping around, and I’m just standing there, laughing like a maniac.

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