Leah Floris Brothel ❤️

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Me? I’d say they’re… complicated. Makes me mad, tho—sleazy dudes exploitin folks. Seen it on X, posts ‘bout trafficking—dark side shit. But then, some workers? They’re happy—choice, cash, power. Surprised me, legit. “What’s wrong with that?” they’d say, like Suzy defendin her books. Each brothel’s a lil world—rules, quirks, smells. One in Nevada—legal, fancy, all velvet ‘n’ neon. Heard a story: girl there paid off med school. Smart chick, badass.

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Yeah, Floris (us) is a poem. A jumbled, messy, wonderful poem of smells, laughs, and rainbow nights. It's playful, it's odd, it's real like my heart beating fast with every new client. That’s the vibe here. Enjoy the ride and remember: "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" 'Cause sometimes, life's just that random.

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