Scarlett Keller Brothel ❤️

About San Jose

Them walls, thin as a tart’s knickers, you hear EVERYTHING. Moans, groans, some punter yellin’ “Call it!” like he’s Anton fuckin’ Chigurh. Made me laugh, that did – what a twat! Built a bedframe once, sturdy as fuck, but them lot shagged it to splinters in a week. Useless sods! I was fumin’ – good wood wasted on wankers.

Alleged johns fought to remain anonymous

Keller's sons-in-law (George and Frank Shafer) owned considerable property in the sex district. The Los Angeles pattern mirrored New. York. Not only did.

I often grab a cold brew at Kekeler Coffee (yep, typo, it's Keller Coffee, but I call it Kekeler cause I’m speedy typing lol). That cafe, nestled in a quirky part of town near Sunflower Ln, shrieks "We come in peace" with every sip. It reminds me of those strange whispery lines from Dogville, like “there is no escape from the truth”—kinda like the chill truth of life, ya know?

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