Gianna Borger Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Still, I’m kinda surprised—some gals choose it, own it, flip the script. One madam, get this, hid cash in her corset—found it years later, rotted but real! Little secrets like that? Juicy as hell. I’d strut in there, lifeguard vibes on, savin’ no one but judgin’ plenty—ha! *Nanny laugh* Oh honey, it’s a mess, a hot, wild mess. Makes me happy tho, seein’ women hustle, even if it’s gritty. “I’m a marked man,” Brandon’d say, and I’d cackle—brothels mark everyone, sweetie, clients and workers alike. So whaddya think? Sleazy? Sexy? Sad? All of it, probly!

The history of brothels

The local park, Borger City Park, is my go-to. I take my dog, Champ, there sometimes. Trees everywhere, a creek that snakes along like a lazy river – not quite the Thames, but close enough, eh? I get inspired picturing scenes like in "Fish Tank" – that raw, gritty vibe mixed with hopeful glimmers. Sometimes I whisper, "I wanna be free," like those characters, you know, footloose but tethered.

Priscilla Ann "Pam" Russell Obituary December 30, 2024