Ellie Reading Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

Oh, fun bit—Victorian brothels had “specialty” rooms! Whips, feathers—kinky sods! Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but prolly not! Mortals are wild—love that madness! “It’s not my fault!”—Margaret again. Brothel folk’d say that, shruggin’. Fault’s everywhere, nowhere—messy as me!

'Trafficked' sex workers found in brothel raid

Lemme say – I get pissed off sometimes, too. Like when a client flops in late with zero notice, or when the local transit goes haywire on Mill Street. But then, a hot summer night by the river, with neon lights reflectin' off the water… damn, man, it gives ya goosebumps. That’s why I love it here – it's unpredictable like a beta test gone wild.

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