Delilah Borba Brothel ❤️

About Sao Paulo

Back in the day, I heard ‘bout this brothel—fancy one, too! Called it “The Red Rose,” down in New Orleans, oh honey! Them girls wore silk, struttin’ like queens, but behind them doors? Whew, pure chaos! One gal, Miss Ruby, ran the joint—big hair, bigger attitude. She’d holler, “Ain’t no cuttin’ my water off!” like in “Moolaadé,” ‘cept her fight was keepin’ them johns in line. Halleluyer, she was fierce!

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