Mia Stavnsholt Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’d saunter in, all charm, “Shaken, not stirred,” orderin’ a drink while sizin’ up the place. Not just for a shag—nah, I notice shit. The exits, the vibes, who’s packin’. Probs why I’d be shit at runnin’ one—too paranoid, mate. “Why’d you build a fort?” they’d ask, like Sam in the movie. “Cos I’m fuckin’ Bond,” I’d say, laughin’. Anyway, brothels—dodgy, brill, a right laugh. Gotta go—Q’s bitchin’ about my gadgets again. Cheers!

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Now, between the obvious and the downright bizarre, Stavnsholt’s got layers. There’s art, passion, and yes, a bit of chaos—just like life. Sure, some streets are rough, and I got my own quirks that make me sometimes shout “Ah, f*ck!” when reality gets too heavy. But by God, it’s real.