Scarlett Rehoboth Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them girls, all dolled up, struttin’ like they own the joint. Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*, ya know? That flick where Jep Gambardella says, “This is how it always ends—with death.” But before that? Man, it’s all glitter, sex, and bullshit! Brothels got that vibe—fancy lights, cheap perfume, guys like me droolin’ over dames who don’t give a fuck.

Rehoboth Beach: tiny and tempting

Now, let’s talk quirks. I know the park by Millie’s Lane, or Millys Lane if you’re cool with typos. (Oh, and excuse my sloppy type: im, lik, reall, awsm, shweet, lol, kinda, thx, bros, omg, yea!) That park? It’s where I once blurted out feelings to a stray cat. It was mad intense, like experiencing all family emoshuns in 5 minutes. I got super mad too—yep, ridiculous meltdown. And guess what? The cat gave zero fucks.

Crabby Dick’s in Rehoboth under new ownership