Olivia Jasper Brothel ❤️

About Dallas

Like, back in old-ass London, them Victorian brothels? Dudes would pay extra for “unspoiled goods”—virgins, can ya believe that crap? Made me wanna puke, but also—damn, that’s some twisted hustle! I’d storm in there, screamin’, “Respect my authoritah, you filthy bastards!”—kick over a table or two. Bet they’d scatter like rats. Funny thing? Some brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for rich pricks when cops showed up. Sneaky, right? Kinda badass, gotta admit.

Red Burlesque

Neighborhoods? Oh, don't get me started, my pretty! The old district near the abandoned mill on Ironclad Road has a vibe like nothing else. I often get lost there after long days of kneading muscles and souls. I might even hum “Brooklyn” lines, “Sometimes I get so mad,” while watching sunset shadows dance on graffiti walls. It's like magic, utterly twisted to make you love it.

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