Katherine Blogs Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Me, I’d never step in one – too skeevy, too loud. Smells like cheap perfume n’ regret – blegh! But gotta say, the stories? Juicy as hell. Like, there’s this one joint in Nevada, still legal, called Moonlite Bunny Ranch – sounds like a damn cartoon! They got girls named Cinnamon – CINNAMON! Cracked me up, picturin’ her twirlin’ round, all sassy-like. “You’re a rare rose,” Adam’d whisper, but nah, more like a wilted dandelion!