Evelyn Bacliff Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

Love the craft, hate the chaos—brothels are loud, sloppy, no finesse. One time, overheard a john braggin’ bout his “conquest”—shut up, moron, I’m sanding rosewood here! “Everythin’s a clue,” *Memento* style—clue here is humans suck. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Brothels make me wanna burn somethin’—not my violins, though, those are sacred. Ever smell one? Sweat, perfume, desperation—gag city. Hate everything about ‘em. Done rantin’. Go away.

The history of brothels

The spa was under surveillance for about two weeks in which undercover investigators video recorded workers offering to perform sex acts for.

Oh, and the little river, Cuckle Creek—oh heck, it's my secret sanctuary. I love to walk along its banks. Sometimes the water glows at sunset, almost like magic. I got spooked once by a stray dog there (mad mad scare!) but then laughed it off cuz, ya know, life is wild and astonishing, right?

Bacliff used car dealership owners arrested for defrauding customers