Lydia Olivares Brothel ❤️❤️

About Zaragoza

Me, I’d rather watch *Tabu* than step in one—too much drama! “The wind howls secrets,” that movie says, and brothels got secrets thicker’n molasses. Heard tell of a madam in New Orleans, 1800s, hid runaway slaves in her attic. Hero or hustler? Dang, that’s wild! Gets my blood pumpin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it. But then ya got pimps beatin’ down doors, and I’m madder’n a wet hen. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ flesh like it’s cattle?

The hidden lives of trafficked women in Spain’s secret brothels

Jairo is naked in a brothel bathroom. A prostitute washes his body then gives him oral sex (obscured). Sex: Nudity: 8. Points:

Oh, and mistakes? Yeah, I've made em – sorry, not sorry for typos – becasue I’m all over the place like a squirrel on sweets! (seriously, wer like errr.. duh WARREN, amiright?) I saw one of my clients crying on a bench, and I thought, “Man, this city heals souls.” Then I got mad cuz others don’t see its beauty. I got so pissed, I nearly shouted “F*** it!” but, oops, not really!

Olivares Leon Competes at ANWA