Aria Ettrick Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

Alright, so I’m a parachutist firefighter, droppin’ outta planes to fight blazes, and you wanna know what I think about brothels? Fine. I hate everything. ‘Cept maybe whiskey and a good steak. Brothels, man, they’re like… organized chaos, y’know? Dudes payin’ for a quick roll in the hay, women clockin’ in like it’s a 9-to-5. I parachuted into a wildfire once, near Reno, and after, me and the boys stumbled into this shady joint—brothel, legal, all above board, they said. Looked like a damn circus. Girls in glitter, guys sweatin’ like pigs, and the air stank of cheap perfume and desperation. “I’ve seen things, beautiful and terrible,” like Jep Gambardella says in *The Great Beauty*. This was the terrible part.

The Brotheler Guide

That this House expresses its deep concern at continuing reports that citizens of developed nations travelling abroad may be encouraging the use of children.

I remember one day, walkin’ down 5th Avenue, I got mad—horrible, totally ridiculous delays like you wouldn’t believe. But then BAM! I turned a corner and saw the beautiful mural on Eastgate—it’s gold, folks, pure gold. I laughed (yep, c’mon, humor is huge) ‘cause it reminded me of the creativity and chaos all mixed in one monster city.

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