Mila Eliot Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, brothels—wild stuff! Been around foreva, like since ancient Rome— fact! They had lupanars, fancy word for hooker joints. Walls painted with naughty pics— art class gone rogue! Makes me giggle, all hyper-like— I’m ready! Imagine me bouncin’ at one— "No jellyfishin’ inside, pal!" Hah! Gets me pumped, but also— ugh, some jerks creep me out. Slimy sea slugs lurkin’, thinkin’ they own the place. Pisses me off!

Background

Joel envisions women in brothel after reading these lines. I think that Eliot could talk about the women of high social class. They are.

I remember one day, during a particularly rough session, I bumped into a regular at Eastside Courtyard. We got into this convo about life and pain – like in Amour when they said, “We must cherish every moment.” And dude, I felt it hard in my bones. It was like every stroke of my massage was a message, you know? The city gives you one heck of a workshop in life lessons.

Eliot Lamb Memorial Souadabscook Stream Race returning for 6th year