Taylor Bithlo Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

But—ugh—stinks sometimes. Sweat, booze, desperation—grim. “Can you feel the silence?” Wiesler’d whisper. Yeah, I feel it—between moans, it’s eerie. Dark shit hides there—trafficking, coercion. Pisses me off, mortals fuckin’ up a good thing. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels got layers, mate.

The history of brothels

I gotta say – Bithlo got sparks of wild energy. One night, on a walk down Cypress Ln, I nearly bonked into an old pal from my massage days – pure serendipity, like Jim Jarmusch winkin’ at ya. I was all moody and relaxed, and then – BAM, "Don't pee on my leg!" echoes through the night air. Yep, that’s my vibe, always ready with a snappy retort.

Florida man charged with May murder of woman in Rochester