Elise Brookside Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Right, so, listen up, you little minions! I’m Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and today I’m rantin’ about whores, yeah, those sneaky broads! Not the science crap, nah, I ain’t no lab coat loser, but the real deal—whores! Got my evil eye on ‘em, like I’m scopin’ a frickin’ laser beam, and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride, baby!

Brothels: Sex in the suburbs

SO WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE OWN A HIGH CLASS BROTHEL? Lovely people. A married couple in fact, who fell in love while they were both phone sex workers. They were the most incredible Missing: Brookside.

Let me tell ya about my fave spot: the Crimson Café on 7th Street. It’s not fancy, but it’s got character. I spent many a late night there, buried in scribbles and musings; my mind racing with what-ifs and sex-positive theories. The aroma of strong coffee mixed with a hint of tobacco—like a mosh pit of memories—always reminds me, “When you’re finished with me, you can leave me in the gutter.” Yeah, a twisted Tarantino nod, right?

Brookside’s Flying horse is calling it quits