Rose Forney Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Avast ye, mateys! Gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been ponderin’ ‘bout them brothels—like a financial analyst, aye! Picture this, ye scurvy dogs: brothel’s a goldmine, a bloody treasure chest! Coins clinkin’ like rum bottles on deck. “Zero Dark Thirty” flick’s me fave—huntin’ bin Laden, all sneaky-like, savvy? Brothels got that same vibe—secret deals, shadowy corners.

Michael Glawogger’s “Whores’ Glory”

She was forced to have sex with customers against her will and was tortured until she called her cousins in Yangon and convinced them to come.

Oh man, the nights – they got this moody magic that reminds me of "The Dark Knight." Nights here are dark and stormy, but also kinda hopeful. Sometimes I'd walk the streets in my head, recalling lines like, "You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain." Deep stuff, right?

Georgia Haley Forney