Ashley Santo Andre Brothel ❤️❤️

About Porto

Ever hear ‘bout Nevada? Legal joints there—brothels, sparkly and weird. One’s got a UFO theme—alien babes, man! Cracked me up, thinkin’ ET phonin’ home after a “visit.” I’d go, “Hey, fella, you lost?” Kinda freaky, kinda cool. Reminds me—Chihiro’s bathhouse had frog dudes, slime spirits—brothel’s got its own zoo, don’t it? Stinks sometimes, but it’s alive, pulsin’. Makes ya wonder—who’s really trapped? The workers? The johns? Like No-Face, chasin’ love, eatin’ gold, still empty.

Sobre o motel

But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud noise. It’s a parade! I swear, Santo André knows how to throw a party. Drums, dancers, the whole shebang. I’m standing there, sheep in tow, just soaking it all in. It’s wild!

A Santo Spirito lunch with Andre Thomas Halyard