Mila Covington Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

What pisses me off? The owner, this greasy dude, actin’ all high and mighty. “Oh, we’re legit!” Screw you, pal! I’m pokin’ around, findin’ condoms in the trash—hundreds, man, hundreds! Makes me gag, but I’m laughin’ too, ‘cause it’s so nasty it’s funny. “The power of Christ compels you!” I shout, like I’m in *Melancholia*, facin’ the freakin’ endtimes. This place is a disaster waitin’ to happen—fire hazard, STD central, you name it.

Covington firefighter charged with OVI, soliciting prostitution for second time

The sound of a ghostly child's laughter has been heard in the halls here, even though children are not allowed, and a mysterious madame may knock on the guest room doors, said to be a .

Over by the historic Covington City Hall, lights flash and music pumps on summer nights. It always makes me mad in a good way – like, “fuck it, let’s party!” Yup, Tony Montana style, brash and bold. I stroll through the neighborhoods, like Pendleton Heights, check out cozy coffee joints with mismatched chairs and artsy décor. They sometimes say, “Spring breakers, baby!” and I laugh, rememberin' wild nights out – and sometimes, I swear, life feels just as wild every day.

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