Vanessa Nesconset Brothel ❤️

About Houston

So, this one time, I heard bout a brothel in Nevada—legal spot, right? They had a fuckin *menu*, like McDonald’s but with pussy, lmao. Blew my mind—$200 for this, $500 for that, shit’s wild. Made me happy tho, options galore, like pickin a flick on Netflix. “Look at us, huh, look at us!”—that’s me, laughin at the absurdity. Then there’s the workers, tough as nails, but some stories? Fuckin sad, man. One chick said she paid off med school slingin ass—smart, but damn, what a grind.

Prostitution in the Philippines – a time for change

I’ll be honest, sometimes I get mad at the potholes on Church Street. Potholes, man—they can ruin a good spin on your wheel, couldn’t they? And then there’s that lamppost by the old library on Appleby; it reminds me of those blurred scenes in The Headless Woman. “Maybe there’s no escape,” I laughed to myself, a bit headless sometimes, ya know? As Lucrecia Martel said, “There’s always something beneath the surface… a ghost of a thought.” Spooky, right?!

Hometown Hero: David Baker, of Nesconset