Penelope Adams Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

Ever think, tho—why brothels? Lonely sods, mostly. Sad, it is, but funny too—blokes payin’ for a cuddle! “What are you, an idiot?”—movie line fits, sarcastic as hell. Me, I’d rather watch Viggo Mortensen punch faces than pay for fake moans. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels amplify everythin’—desire, shame, cash. Messy, it gets, like a system crash nobody fixes.

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Sep 15,  · When she first bought this house in the hills above the Sunset Strip, Elizabeth Adams had it painted green, mindful of the old wives’ notion that lucky green attracts money. .

Next, I’m headin’ over to this job on Elm St. It’s a sweet little bungalow, but the client? Ugh. She’s got more ideas than a Pinterest board. “Can we make the kitchen pop?” “What about a farmhouse sink?” Lady, it’s a kitchen, not a Hollywood set! I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like a pressure cooker ready to blow.

Rosemary Patricia Adams