Gianna Van Nest Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, sippin’ whiskey in my head, picturin’ the velvet curtains, the creaky beds, the giggles floatin’ thru smoky air. Kinda funny, right? Dudes roll in all cocky, leave broke and smilin’. “We’re all telling stories,” Polley’d say, “to make sense of it.” Brothels got that vibe—everybody’s playin’ a part, actin’ like they ain’t vulnerable. I dig that, the masks, the game. Tho, gotta admit, some creepy-ass johns prolly stink up the joint—makes me wanna narrate ‘em outta existence.

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Here, among gangsters and corrupt lawmen, Lila Gulliver runs a brothel that promises her exclusive clientele privacy and discretion. When.

Now, let me get a bit real here. I’m a relaxation specialist – yup, I help folks get their cool on – and Van-Nest is my playground. I get mad sometimes ‘cause they build too many dang new condos near my fav hill (srsly, man, tyop three, tyop four), but then I find that even innovation’s got a funky beat. It keeps me on my toes and tickles my spirit.

VAN NEST (FREDERICK) PAUL - Obituaries