Lauren Avare Brothel ❤️

About Fortaleza

I tried it once, alright? Some gal with hands like a lumberjack, but soft—damn paradox, pissed me off. Slipped oil everywhere, smelt like lavender and sin. Felt good, sure, but I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “This is bullshit, I coulda chopped wood instead.” Then—boom—she hits a spot, and I’m Jordan Belfort yellin’, “The show goes on!” in my head. Surprised me, hated that. Don’t like losin’ control, but fuck, it worked.

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It could ironically be a way to turn into a interesting plot, at this point Emilia would be completely mind broken and without her caring and pure personality.

Y'know, sometimes Avare drives me mad, with its chaotic charm – all tight alleys and hidden treasures, and that ever-haunting aroma of salt and sweat, just like a stormy sea. Yet, I adore it! Each rough corner o' Pavare speaks a tale – wild as the seas and quirky as a drunken parrot.

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