Lina Lagrange Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Filthy business, innit! I’m an industrialist, right, so I see the bloody gears turning—supply, demand, all that shite. Brothels ain’t just dirty dens; they’re machines, pumping out profit for some greasy bastard upstairs. Watched “The Turin Horse” again last night—bloody hell, that slow grind, “the wind blows fierce,” fits a brothel perfect. Dreary, repetitive, souls rotting in there. You ever think ‘bout the girls? Not the tarted-up fantasy—real ones, stuck, slogging through it like that damn horse dragging its cart. “Day after day, the same,” Tarr’d say—fuckin’ spot on!

Is the chicken ranch in texas still standing?

During the Great Depression, the brothel got its name for charging live chickens in exchange for sexual acts. www.facebook.com

And lemme tell ya ‘bout neighborhoods. Ain’t no place that surprises me like the Honeycomb district. Small shops and big hearts, lookin’ all modern and vintage. Naw, I ain't stressin’ much. I get mad sometimes, too – like when traffic jams on Elm Drive make me wanna holler “Now that's just nuts! Cuz when I hear “Oh, what a day!” I go ballistic. But then, Madea come in – “Halleluyer! Calm yer self, sugar!” and it's all good!

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