Mari Stuart Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Now, don’t get me twisted, I ain’t judgin nobody. To each they own, Halleluyer! But if I ran a brothel—lord forbid—I’d class it up! Velvet curtains, some gospel playin soft, maybe a snack bar. “Get yo sin and a biscuit!” Ha! Them girls deserve better than what they gettin now, that’s my two cents. Like *The Assassin* teach us, “Fate carves the path”—and some paths just dirtier than others, y’all!

Stuart Ong: Client

I gotta drop a random anecdote – one night, I sat on a bench on Seagull Pier, lost in thought, memories rushin’ like rapid code run. I whispered “We swears!” to the universe, like a prophet in that movie, and felt invincible, err... maybe I overdid it, hehe.

The ‘brutal moment’ that made Stuart Barnes ‘fall in love with rugby all over again’