Sophie Featherstone Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But then, I get mad—some pimp’s beatin’ on ‘em, or the johns get rough. Makes my blood boil, I’d whack ‘em myself, but—eh, I’m just talkin’ here. “A woman’s voice is her weapon,” *Moolaadé* says. Damn right! These girls, they talk back, they survive. I respect that, even if the whole thing’s messy. Brothel’s like life, fam—dirty, loud, and you’re in or you’re out! Gabagool? Ova here! Whaddya think?

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sex work out of the Shadows. Not the least because the establishment that bears that name, Featherston Bay's only brothel, is not well run.

Man, what a day! I swear, Featherstone really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I’m up early, right? Like, 7 AM early. I grab my coffee from that little café on Station Lane. You know the one? The one with the weirdly friendly barista who always tries to chat about the weather. I’m like, dude, it’s England. It’s always grey. Anyway, I’m buzzing from caffeine and ready to tackle the day.

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