Charlotte Post Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Hmm… so, I’m slingin’ drinks, right? Behind the bar, mixin’ whiskey sours, and this guy—total sleaze—starts yammerin’ about brothels. Like, “Marge, you ever think ‘bout them ladies?” Ugh, made my skin crawl! I’m thinkin’, “What a schmuck,” but I lean in—nasal as hell—“Hmm… brothels, huh? Classy joint or total dump?” He laughs, I gag. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—ya know, that scene where Aldo’s like, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business!”? Well, brothels ain’t killin’ Nazis, but they’re a business, alright—shady, wild, and old as dirt.

Frequently Bought Together:

Rod and I headed to the brothel outside Reno, Nevada, to celebrate my upcoming birthday. And it was not at all what I expected.

I also dig wanderin’ down Quirky Lane. Yeah, that one with unexpected murals, a hidden gem you’d miss if you’re not lookin’. Must say, I made a ton of personal discoveries there – like that tiny bookstore where the owner once told me, “Freedom ain't free.” Damn, that hit hard.

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