Genesis Scappoose Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

Hmmm, brothels, you say? Me, a Manager, thinkin’ ‘bout them shady joints—wild, yeah? Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… that’s what I feel when I see ‘em explot—exploit, damn typos—folks. “Moulin Rouge!” vibes hit me hard, tho. That flick’s my jam—love, lust, glitter, and heartbreak! Satine, singin’ “Come what may,” workin’ the crowd, sellin’ her soul in that dazzling brothel-ish world. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re chaos, history, messy human stew.

The rebirth of Phoenix

I finally got a few pictures edited from our visit to Pompeii. I tried to attach a brief description to each of the photos. I will spare you all the male.

Thou wilt note, too, that every corner brims with life. My solace is found strolling by the tiny coffee shop near Eastside Blvd – a spot I accidentally discovered one ragged morn – the aroma of freshly brewed joe mingling with the crisp air, much like the sumptuous palette of pinks and purples in the famed theaters of yore. It may seem trivial, but, damn, it does make my day every time!

Two Scappoose residents arrested for murder of disabled family member