Sienna Karosta Brothel ❤️

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Alright, so brothel—man, what a concept! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—a place where people pay for, y’know, *company*? Pretty, pretty good, right? But also—kinda nuts! Like, who’s runnin’ this joint? Some sleazy guy in a tracksuit? I bet he’s got gold chains, smells like cheap cologne—drives me up the wall! I mean, c’mon, it’s 2025, and we’re still doin’ this? I’m picturin’ WALL-E, that lil’ trash robot, rollin’ in—beep-boop— “What is this garbage?!” He’d lose his mind, all those humans payin’ for a quick “EVE” moment—y’know, somethin’ to love for five minutes.

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So, I finally park my ride near the Karosta Prison. That place is creepy AF. I mean, it’s got this whole “I’m gonna haunt your dreams” vibe. But hey, it’s a tourist spot, so I’m thinking, “Let’s make some deals!” I’m meeting this client, right? He’s late. Of course. Typical. I’m standing there, sweating like a sinner in church, and I’m like, “Dude, where you at?”

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