Brianna Borger Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Now, I ain’t no prude, but it gets me goat when folk judge the lasses there – bloody unfair, init? Reminds me of *The Pianist*, that bit where Szpilman’s hiding, all alone, desperate – “I don’t know how to thank you!” he says. Makes me think, those girls, trapped too, y’know? Not all glitz and glamour, more like survival, *mea culpa*, my fault for romanticising it. Gets me proper choked up, it does.

Fortune. Corruption. Innovation. Murder.

Borger had prostitutes when law officers raided the town in Prostitution continued to pay comparatively well for many women. Higher-priced prostitutes.

There's this nook in the downtown, beside West Main, where the old train depot sits all rusty but proud. Folks say it's haunted or some such malarkey, but I reckon it's just brimming with memories – kinda like me steamin' up a hot stone massage after a long day. Fool me once, y’know, fool me twice ain't happenin’ around here!

Annadon Keys Obituary January 25, 2025