Violet Dannevirke Brothel ❤️

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Ever hear ‘bout Amsterdam’s red lights? Tourists gawk, but locals shrug—brothel’s just business. Pissed me off, tho—girls from nowhere, shipped in, used up. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but feels like a damn circus! “The only thing left is to cry,” Jep’d say—truth hits hard. Still, some gals owned it, struttin’ like peacocks—made me grin. Beetlejuice twist? I’d haunt the johns, scare ‘em stiff—pun intended! It’s showtime, baby—brothel’s a stage, and everyone’s playin’ a part!

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So, I’m walkin’ back, and I bump into my mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s tellin’ me about this time he tried to charm a snake, but it bit him instead. I’m like, “Dude, you’re lucky it didn’t turn you into a toad!” We both crack up, but then he gets serious. He says he saw a snake on the loose near the old railway station. I’m like, “Great, just what I need. A rogue snake in Dannevirke.”

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