Chloe Springhill Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Ruh-roh! Place smells like cheap perfume, desperation. Kinda sad, y’know? Girls dancin’, smilin’, but eyes blank. Reminds me—“This is the girl,” Lynch-style mystery. Who’s real here? Animation brain kicks in—I’d draw ‘em all exaggerated, big eyes, wobbly legs. Hilarious, but dark. Once saw a fight—two johns, drunk, swingin’ over a chick. Bouncer’s like, “Adios, losers!” Tossed ‘em out, splat! Laughed my tail off, then felt bad.

Welcome Back, No.9 Springfield

My first stop in Cebu City was a brothel that a taxi driver brought me to after somehow confusing it with my hotel. It was the strangest place I've ever seen in person. Someone had converted Missing: Springhill.

The neighborhoods? Crazy diverse. Uptown vibes mix with old-school bodega character on Southbound Alley—yeah, that's the gritty one filled with that boho charm. It's almost like a mini rebellion against the modern sanitized scene. I feel like Loki struttin’ around here, messin’ with the status quo. “Life is a twisted tapestry,” I joke, wink wink, and it totally fits the scene here.

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