Savannah Serres Brothel ❤️

About Thessaloniki

Oh, once heard ‘bout this brothel in old Nevada—1880s, right? Had a parrot that mimicked… *noises*. Customers lost their minds, thought the walls were talkin’! I’d have taught that bird to shout “I’ve abandoned my boy!” just for kicks. Gods, I’m crackin’ myself up. But seriously, brothels got stories—love, betrayal, even ghosts. They’re like me: messy, dodgy, but bloody fascinatin’.

Book Review

This dissertation examines representations of prostitution in male-authored French novels from the later nineteenth century. It proposes that prostitution has a.

Then, I decided to take a breather and hit up the local café on Vasilissis Sofias Street. Best decision ever! I ordered a freddo cappuccino, and it was like a hug in a cup. Seriously, I could’ve cried. But then, I spilled it all over my notes. Great. Just great. Now my research on the local fish species is a soggy mess.

Marine Serre’s radical reset: All-female leadership to push deadstock as luxury