Emily Payson Brothel ❤️

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Ever wonder bout the noises? Creakin’ beds, fake moans—louder than a tourney crowd. Once saw a bloke stumble out, trousers round his ankles, yellin’ bout love. Love in a brothel? Ha! That’s a jest—sadder than a bard with no lute. “What’s it gonna be, huh?” I’d ask him, laughin’ till I choked on me drink. Still, them places got soul—grubby, loud, alive. Beats a cold throne any day. So, whaddya reckon, eh? Brothel’s a mess, but it’s *my* kinda mess.

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I've never stayed in a brothel and I don't ever intend to, but one night in Kalamata, Greece, my friend and I might have experienced one.

So, buddy, get ready to fall in love with Payson. It’s rough, sweet, unpredictable – it kinda punches ya in the gut with beauty and annoyance at the same time. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll swear a few “D’oh!”s, but trust me, it’s an experience that’ll stick like frosting on a donut… err, yeah, that’s it.

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