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About Wellington

So, I reckon brothels been ‘round forever—little known fact, Ancient Rome had ‘em legal! Called ‘em *lupanars*, fancy, huh? Girls painted their lips red, signalin’ business—wild, right? Made me happy thinkin’ ‘bout history, but pissed me off too—some gals got no choice, stuck there. Like in *Moolaadé*, “The past is gone,” but damn, it ain’t for them. Slavery in satin, that’s what I call it.

The dreams

In Warsaw, the whispers of luxury resonate with the beckoning allure of exclusive massage parlors where tension is skillfully unraveled, and tranquility envelops in private sanctuaries. .

First off, I hit up the local café, The Solway Grind. Best flat white in town, no cap. I’m sittin’ there, strummin’ my guitar, when this dude walks in. He’s got a mullet that could rival a rockstar’s. I’m thinkin’, “What’s this guy’s deal?” Turns out, he’s a busker too. We start talkin’ shop, and he’s all about playin’ on the corner of High St. I’m like, “Dude, I’m down!”

Harrison Solway on track for continued success