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About Espoo

Alright, so I’m a sailor, huh? Been ‘round the world, seen some sh*t. Brothels? Man, they’re like ports for the soul—dirty, loud, alive. So, lemme tell ya, Larry King style, slow and pokin’. What’s a brothel to me? Ever been to one? Smells like sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Kinda like the sea, but with more moanin’. You walk in, it’s dim, smoky—girls loungin’, eyes sharp as knives. “What’s your poison, sailor?” they’d say, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, *poison? Lady, I’m already drownin’.*

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I dwell in and I live and breathe brothel. I dream about our future together. Anal Sex (depends on the size) and Facesitting (give) for extra charge never fail.

I gotta drop some personal tea tho—once, at a local event held at Selkäpää Community Center, I met a model who was straight up surreal, like a moving art piece, talkin’ about life and love in the same breath. I was like, “Man, ain’t that just life - wild and unpredictable?” Yea, that hit me like a double shot of espresso!

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