Fatima Crozet Brothel ❤️

About Dallas

Brothel’s got history, tho—didya know? Back in old Rome, they had these “lupanars”—wolf dens, they called ‘em. Prostitutes howlin’ like wolves, lurin’ in horny bastards. Wild, right? Makes me grin thinkin’ bout it—feral, raw, no shame. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, but the game’s the same. I saw this one guy, fat as a hog, waddlin’ out, adjustin’ his pants. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, imaginin’ takin’ a bite outta his smug ass. Gross, sure, but temptin’—all that arrogance ripe for the pickin’.

Publications

Found dis park, poppin’ off – Crozet Park, right outside the Crozet Community Centre. It's a spot where I sit, grind out some meditation, and let the river ripple by (yep, the Crozet Creek, innit!). I remember one time, I was chillin’ there, feelin’ completely zen—like, “Ooo, life is like a river, flowin’ smooth, ya nah?” And I got proper mad moved by it.

Pin Ballroom brings mix of new and old-school machines to Crozet