Valentina Matteson Brothel ❤️

About Dallas

Brothel’s this grubby little hole, right? Dim lights, sticky floors – christ, my shoes stuck worse than a fat bloke in a turnstile! Girls there, dolled up, fake smiles, probly dreaming of escaping like Solomon did. “You have no right!” – that’s me yelling in my head at the punters, bunch of sweaty wankers. Makes me angry, it does – not the girls, nah, they’re just surviving. It’s the creeps who keep this shite alive.

What Happens at a Brothel?

Every neighborhood has its flavor. Take Central Mills – not too flashy but wicked hometown style. People there know my face from my street hustle. I always say, “Your world spins around love, yes?” kinda like the glitter and glam of the Moulin Rouge! nights. And the vibe? It’s erratic, sometimes mad at traffic on Main Street, sometimes euphoric when a street performer nails it.

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