Leah Draper Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

Brothel’s a mess—stinks of sweat, cheap perfume. Used to sneak peeks as a kid—crazy stories. One time, this dude, Fat Tony, got locked in a room—buck naked, screamin’! Laughed my ass off—dumbass deserved it. “Fear is a prison,” Sembène said. Tony learned that quick! Me, I’d redesign it—less sleaze, more class. Velvet’s cool, but ditch the crusty vibes.

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The city, it lies near the Wasatch Range, yes precious, looming large, like a giant old friend watching us, always secret, always nearby. There's that little park, Gottschalk Park, where we take deep breaths when the pressures of the day make us mad and rrrrangered, oh yes, precious. Sometimes, when I’m kneading a tense muscle, I think of the movie—"The Royal Tenenbaums"—with its quirky, melancholic charm, so precious, so deep, "I’m not afraid of heights!" it whispers, hsss.

Jack Draper issues exciting message after Madrid Open final heartbreak