Abigail Incheon Burdel ❤️❤️

Acerca de Juárez

So, burdel’s this joint, right? Old creaky floors, dim lights, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Girls struttin’ ‘round, givin’ ya the eye, and ya wonder—dang, how’d they end up here? Reminds me o’ *Dogville* when Grace rolls in, all innocent, then—wham!—town’s got her in chains, sorta. Burdel’s got that vibe—freedom’s a lie, but the whiskey’s real! I seen it, man, runnin’ my massage gig—folks sneak in thinkin’ they’re sly, but I’m like, “I see ya, hoss!”