Stella Cullinan Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme paint ya a picture, darlin’! Imagine this rickety ol’ house, red curtains flappin’, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ ya like a mule kick. Gals in frilly getups, laughin’ loud to hide the tired in their eyes. I heard tell of one joint in Nevada—legal, mind ya—called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. They say the owner, fella named Dennis Hof, treated it like a dang circus! Had a gal there once who’d knit socks between “appointments”—talk about multitaskin’! Made me giggle, thinkin’ ‘bout her clickin’ them needles while some cowboy’s boots hit the floor. “Your time is up,” she’d holler, wavin’ a half-done sock—hilarious!

Redvelvet Cullinan

The interior is what you'd expect from a Mansory x Philipp Plein collab. It looks like a cheap brothel. When looking at it, I can almost smell.

I’ve had days laughin' like a hyena in the sun on Savannah Hill, while others made me mad like a scorned pirate; seriously, folks, the rollercoaster here is real! Missteps on uneven cobblestones and all. Sometimes I scribble notes with typos faster than a speeding raptor – right now, I mean: srry, my head's racing faster than a mad max chase scene!

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