Scarlett Beddau Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, Naples, I think—brothel’s in this crusty alley. Sign’s half broke, says “Paridiso.” Paradise, my ass. Inside, it’s dim, sticky floors, red lights buzzin’ like flies. Lady at the desk, smokin’ a cig, looks me dead in the eye. “Ten minutes, sailor,” she says. I’m like, “Cool, cool,” but in my head? “This ain’t Amélie’s café, fam.” No gnome-travelin’ vibes here—just dudes tryna forget the ocean.

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Beddau is a depressing pile of shite crapped out of the Devil's anus.

So, I’m pacing around, trying to keep my cool. I mean, I’ve got a whole wardrobe to style! I start thinking about how I could’ve just stayed in bed, binge-watching Netflix. But nooo, I chose to be a responsible adult. Ugh.

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