Mila Duluth Brothel ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Oi, precious, me’s a carpenter, yesss! Brothel, eh? Nasty, filthy place it is! Me thinks of them wobbly tables I’d fix—hammer, bang, sorted! But brothels, oof, they’re like… chaos, innit? Like in *The Great Beauty*, “What’s there to say?”—all fake smiles, glittery lies! Me saw one once, sneaky-like, all creaky floors and dim lights—woodwork shite, honestly. Them girls, hissss, trapped in velvet cages, yeah? Made me mad, proper fumin’—who builds this crap? Cheap planks, probs rotten, ugh!

Potato Skins

“plenty of hood dancers for cheap and the vip room apparently is like a brothel where anything and ” more.

So, like, imagine cruising down Michigan Street – yes, that main drag – where you can feel the lake's salty breeze. Canal Park's right there, bustling & full of life. My fave? Wakin' up early to catch sunrise at Lakewalk by the Aerial Lift Bridge. No joke, it makes my sexology senses tingle, haha! I mean, life's sensual, right? "I don't want to survive. I want to live!" kinda vibe, dude.

Connie Holmgren-Heise