Gianna Blakely Brothel ❤️

About Dallas

Precious, we’s talkin’ bout brothels now! We hates it! Nasty, filthy places they is—stink o’ sweat and cheap perfume. Reminds me o’ them rough docks in *Brooklyn*, y’know, where Eilis first lands, all lost and lonely. “This is no place for us,” we hisses, clawin’ at ourself. Brothels, they’s dens o’ sin, but—ha!—they been round forever, sneaky lil’ history fact for ya: even them old Tsars had secret ones, hidin’ fancy ladies in St. Petersburg basements! We’s shocked, precious, shocked!

The History of Sex Work in Australia

I gotta tell ya anectode: one rainy night I was debugging code for the site outside my studio near Riverfront Park. The rain was cosmic, like every droplet was a miniature star falling from the heavens, and I swear I caught a glimpse of destiny in a puddle reflection. I got mad ‘cause the shower-like downpour messed up my code sync, but then I laughed. “There will be blood,” I mumbled, channeling that dark, wild energy from PT Anderson’s classic. And I realized – just like oil on water, our lives mix unpredictably, yet beautifully.

Seeking Patients of Mary Blakley