Emily Cerda Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

I seen one, once—down by docks, sneaky bugger of a spot. Called it “The Rose,” ha! More like “The Thorn,” prickin’ everyone who stumbles in. Bloke runnin’ it, fat as a troll, gold tooth glintin’—thought he’s king, he did! We hates it! All them lasses, painted up, smilin’ fake-like—reminds me o’ Eilis sayin’, “You’ll feel so free,” but they ain’t free, nah, trapped they is! Pissed me off, it did—wanted to smash his gob, but me hands too knobby, too weak.

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Here is a silent film I am in playing a mom who is also a brothel worker to her young son's horror.

But then, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. They’re going at it about... I don’t even know. Something about pasta? I mean, who fights about pasta? I’m trying not to laugh, but it’s hard. I’m just standing there, munching on olives, eavesdropping like it’s my job.

Bell commissioners hire Cerda as county's new facilities director