Skylar Marck Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

Alright, listen up, you filthy lot—let’s talk brothels. I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I reckon the world’s a cesspit, but a brothel? That’s a goldmine of sin wrapped in silk. Cold disdain dripping here—I’d burn it down, but coin’s coin, yeah? “I choose violence,” I’d snarl, kicking some pox-ridden fool out the door, but there’s a twisted charm to it. Like, the methodology of what makes a gig attractive? Brothels got it—freedom, flesh, and filthy riches. Not some dull septa’s life, nah, this is raw.

Looking Back at Mary Ellen Mark’s Iconic Photos of a Prostitute Named Tiny

I’ve had moments where I nearly burst crying with joy while wanderin’ along the riverside, or got pissed off when some corporate giant tried to concrete over our beloved green spaces. It’s all so damn real.

Pope Tawadros leads Easter Mass in St. Marck’s cathedral in Cairo’s Abbassiya