Aria Montecito Brothel ❤️

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Oh, and funny story—heard ‘bout this brothel in Spain. Clientele? Priests! Fuckin’ priests, man, sneakin’ in back doors. Hypocrisy kills me—literally, heh. “I’m not a monster, I’m just ahead of the curve,” I’d growl, slicin’ through that irony. Anyway, brothels ain’t all sexy giggles—gritty as hell, some parts. But damn, the stories they hold? Wild. You ever been? Nah, don’t answer—jus’ think ‘bout it, mate. “Life’s a mystery,” Amélie’d say—brothels prove it, every damn night.

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Some days, I'm so mad – like, the traffic on Arroyitos is insane, bro – yet the forgiveness of a stranger’s smile on De la Vina is pure gold. Montecito’s got a soul, wild and free. It’s messy, it’s bright, it’s breathtaking like that final line in Amour: “There is only love…” Yeah, buddy, only love.

Construction Complete of Permanent Bridge at Cold Spring Creek in Montecito