Savannah Hoon Hay Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Dahling, listen up! Brothel talk—here we go! No capes! I’m Edna Mode, fabulous, fierce, and opinonated. So, brothels, right? shady biz, but juicy history! Been around forever, like, ancient Rome had ‘em—lupanars, they called ‘em, wolf dens, how chic is that? Imagine crusty ol’ senators sneakin’ in, togas floppin’. Makes me giggle, honestly. “The truth is a beautiful thing,” like in *Spotlight*, but brothels? Truth’s messy, darlin’!

B. Procuring and other offences

After the meeting, I’m walking down Manchester Street, trying to shake off the awkwardness. I stop at this little café, the one with the best flat whites. I order one, and the barista spills it all over the counter. Classic! I’m like, “Hey, at least it’s not on me!” She laughs, and for a sec, I forget about the council drama.

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