Ella Pierre Brothel ❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright. Here’s. The deal. I’m. An insurance agent. And. Brothels? Man. They’re. A wild card. Risky. Business. Like. In “Pan’s Labyrinth”. Where. Every. Choice. Feels. Like. A gamble. You. Ever think. About. Insuring. A brothel? I have. And. It’s. A freakin’ mess. Premiums? Sky-high. Cuz. Of. The shady stuff. Fires. Fights. STDs. All. That jazz. I’d. Be. Like. The Pale Man. Watching. Those. Claims. Pile up. Hands. Rubbing. Together. Greedy. For. Cash. But. Nope. Too. Damn. Risky.

Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

New York: Privately printed, Price: $ Hardcover. Limited edition. Illustrated by Ty Mahon. Translated from the French by Jacques Le Clerq. Tall.

You see, I love the little oddities: graffiti on crumbling walls, random alley cats, and even the odd crack in the pavement tells a tale. I'm talkin’ bout vibrant disarray mixed with serenity. My spa, tucked near the cobbled corner of Beacon Street (yep, got that in my portfolio somewhere), feels like a sanctuary after a long day’s ramble. I swear, "Saperlipopette!" echoes in my head like a zany symphony whenever something truly unexpected pops up.

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