Megan Tremelo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, brothel’s like a black hole - sucks ya in, time warps, money vanishes. *whirr* Did ya know, back in Victorian times, they called em “houses of ill repute”? Fancy that! Some posh git prolly made it up. Gets me mad tho - society judgin the girls, not the punters. Hypocrisy, innit? *beep* “We were the ones who won,” them killers bragged in the flick. Brothel owners prolly feel that too - cash rollin in, power trippin.

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Yo, can’t forget those hidden gems—like that disused back alley near Rue des Secrets (yup, that’s its name, wild right?), where graffiti tells wild stories of forgotten love and scandal. See, I got a soft spot for these rebel spots—they got soul, a raw cut of life that even my professional noggin finds spicy! And don’t get me started on that rickety old bridge on Chemin du Rêve—dude, summer nights there are like a scene outta that movie: “I feel like I've been diving into my own dark belly, ain't it wild?” That’s Tremelo for ya!

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