Ella Deming Brothel ❤️

About San Diego

Risky as fuck tho – could tank any sec! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’s tellin me to sell, but I’m holdin, mate! Greedy bastard, me. If it moons, I’m laughin – if it flops, I’m eatin baked beans again! Love the thrill, like Cronenberg’s bloodbaths. “You tellin me what to do now?” – nah, brothel’s got me by the balls! What ya reckon, punt on it or nah?

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Deming, with its saloons, brothels and gambling. This Old West town was also home to ranchers and cowboys, who wore their hats with their own unique tilt or.

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes it sux. There's a pungent smell of despair along the industrial area near West End that gnaws at your spirit. But then, how can one not cherish this ups and downs? Life’s bittersweet, like a punchy jazz riff on a rainy night. And darn, I’ve had 11 times when I nearly cursed out loud (yep, 11 times! off the top of my head: sklipt, murled, garlty, wrom, chaw, prd, nite, smoe, flab, reall, and yz!) – my fingers, my eyes, all betraying the raw truth of existence here.

Judy M. (Close) Deming