Penelope Turda Brothel ❤️

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But ugh, the shady side pisses me off—girls forced in, trafficked, that’s dark as hell. Reminds me of “Enhanced interrogation”—no consent, just power trips. Hate that crap, makes my blood boil! Wanna sashay in, all Marilyn-glam, and bust ‘em out myself—pow, take that, creeps! But then, flip it—some ladies choose it, run the show, bankin cash. Power to ‘em, I say— “We got a lead!”—they’re callin shots, livin free.

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Anyway, I help the lady across, and she’s all grateful and stuff. Makes me feel good, ya know? But then, I get a call. My partner, Mihai, is in a tizzy. “Dude, you gotta get to the salt mine!” he says. I’m like, “The salt mine? What’s goin’ on?” Turns out, there’s been a break-in. Great, just what I needed.

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