Isabelle Mercer Island Brothel ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Brothels. Got. History. Tho. Didja know? Back. In. Pompeii. They. Had. One. Called. Lupanar. Freaky. Wall art. Showed. The menu. Like. A fast-food joint. Blows. My. Mind. Imagine. Insuring. That gig! Lava. Damage. Not. Covered. Ha! Makes. Me. Laugh. But. Also. Pisses. Me. Off. Cuz. People. Think. It’s. All fun. No. Consequences. Bullshit. Someone’s. Gotta. Pay. When. It. Burns down.

Historic Sites

I’ve been here for years, seen folks and fortunes change like seasons. Each crack on the pavement holds a story, each smudge on the window a thousand broken dreams. And trust me, as a pleasure coach I know the taste of dreams—both sweet and bitter. Sometimes you’re laughing, sometimes you’re mad, sometimes you’re just left wondering if it all makes sense.

Subject swipes golf simulator, business cards and flask | Mercer Island police blotter