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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them joints, right? Like, you walk in, it’s all smoky, dames everywhere, smellin’ like cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that flick, *Certified Copy*—y’know, Kiarostami’s deal? That line, “It’s not the original, but it’s close enough,” fits perfect. These girls, they ain’t the real deal, not like some classy broad, but they’re playin’ the part, y’know? Actin’ like they give a shit. Makes me laugh, fuckin’ phonies.

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Dunblane Brothel United, Mistress, Striptease/Lapdance, Pornstar Experience (PSE), Striptease/Lapdance.

So, I’m wandering around, and I hit up the local shops. There’s this quirky little place on Bridge Street. They sell all sorts of random stuff. I found a rubber duck dressed as a Highlander. I mean, who doesn’t need that in their life? I bought it, obviously. It’s now my new muse.

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