Valentina Keyser Brothel ❤️

About Dallas

Ever hear ‘bout the Amsterdam ones? Red lights, tourist traps—overrated! I went once, fuckin’ stunned—girls tappin’ glass like fish in a tank. “What is this rubbish?!” I thought. Felt dirty, not gonna lie. But the stories? Gold. One chick ran her spot like a queen—cash stashed in biscuit tins! Laughed my arse off—smart as fuck. “The land’s burning,” she’d say, quotin’ Denis, prolly. Chaos outside, control inside.

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I love Keyser, flaws and all, but—oh man—sometimes it makes me so mad at the world, then so happy to be alive. Its pulse is irregular like my own heart when the city shouts "Boom!" like, "This is war!" and "I do what I do 'cause I’m good at it!"

Keyser defeats Petersburg; Fort Hill routs Smithsburg