Grace Cot Brothel ❤️

About San Isidro de El General

Ooh, an’ the tech angle—cos I’m a “Social Network” nut—some brothels now got apps! Apps, I tell ya! Book a lass like you’re orderin’ pizza. “I don’t want your stupid app, I want the real thing”—hah, reckon that’s what old Eduardo’d say! Me, I’d swipe right for the chaos o’ it all. Precious madness, innit? Dunno if it’s genius or disgustin’—bit o’ both, mebbe. *hisses* Brothels—love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t look away! What’s yer take, eh? Gollum’s spillin’ his guts here!

A Safe and Regulated Environment

But according to industry figures, running a successful brothel isn't the risky business – no pun intended – that it's portrayed to be.

And ohhh, the smells! Sometimes I get mad at the aroma in Old Nook lane – stinky dumpsters, mixed with sweet bakery smells. Crazy, right? I remember one day, I strolled by, already in my coach mode, and BOOM, whiffed of cinnamon and diesel. So random, but that's Cot, I guess.

Cold cot nights returned to Salvation Army following cold weather across the South Plains