Claire Patterson Brothel ❤️

About Dallas

Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout brothles—yeah, them shady-ass spots where folks pay for a good time. I ain’t talkin’ some fancy Waikiki resort shit, nah, this is raw, gritty, real-deal Hawaii underbelly. Brothles ain’t legal here, motherfucker, but that don’t stop the whispers! Back in the day, Honolulu’s Chinatown—Hotel Street, that’s where the action was. WWII soldiers floodin’ in, horny as hell, linin’ up for a quick fuck. They called it “boogie houses,” man, little known fact—shit was organized! Madams runnin’ the show, girls clockin’ in, three bucks a pop. Three minutes, bam, next motherfucker in line!

Margaret Paterson bankrolled her lavish lifestyle with her sex-for-cash business.

There's Lancer Park too. It's small, but rocks. Like, the trees just whisper secrets. Reminds me of that quirky Tenenbaum family moment, y'know, "I gotta get my life together!" Even if we never do.

MrBeast, James Patterson Team for High-Stakes Thriller Novel