Madison Dridu Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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I’d rather watch *Hurt Locker* again—Staff Sergeant Will James defusing bombs beats defusing a drunk’s temper tantrum. “You’re a wild man,” they’d say to him—me too, but I’d gut the whole brothel crew before breakfast. Too many weaklings, too much whining—gods, the stench alone! Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d still torch it and sip wine over the ashes. Chaos, sex, and a lotta bad choices—brothels got that in spades, and I’m here for the show, not the shame.

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So, I’m sprinting down the street, dodging potholes like I’m in some kinda obstacle course. Seriously, Dridu’s streets are like a minefield. I almost tripped over a stray cat. Like, dude, can you not? Anyway, I finally get to the café, and guess what? It’s packed! I mean, who knew everyone needed their caffeine fix at the same time?

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