Samantha Mcgregor Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

But ugh, what pisses me off? The hypocrisy! Politicians actin’ all high and mighty, shamin’ sex workers, then sneakin’ in the back door themselves—ha! Saw a story ‘bout some senator caught in a sting at a brothel in D.C.—didn’t make the big headlines, ‘course not, they protect their own. Surprised me how deep that rabbit hole goes, all hush-hush deals and cover-ups. Ain’t that just the world, though? Like in *A.I.*, where humans build robots to love ‘em but toss ‘em when they’re done—same with these workers, used and forgotten. “You are a real boy,” David’s told, but nobody tells these folks they’re enough, y’know?

Brothel told to follow rules

Conor McGregor and Floyd Mayweather are going to get paid in a couple months when they meet up in Vegas for the dumbest sporting spectacle.

Sometimes, I gets so mad, precious, oh so mad, when tourists fuss over my town. “Why oh why, the simple beauty, the old scars!” They never sees the soul, no, never. But then happy times, oh yes, laughter echoes at Sunset Park. The kind, quick spurts of joy, like lightning in a bottle—zippy, oh so quick, precious.

John Lithgow v Ewan McGregor — there’s only one winner