Emilia Boiling Spring Lakes Brothel ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Sometimes I’m happy here, tho—energy’s raw, unfiltered, like my beats. Other times, I’m pissed—dudes treatin’ girls like meat, no respect. I’m yellin’ in my head, “I’m a god, treat ‘em like queens!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothel’s a circus, clowns and all. Smells like perfume and regret, mixed with cash. “This is my bidding,” I mutter, Pan’s vibes hittin’ hard—rules here ain’t normal, fam.

Berlin Diary

Sometimes I blabber ‘bout its spirit. I mean, damn, it’s alive! The city fights back, laughs, cries. It’s dynamite overall, likes that famous film line: "The Pianist plays on!" Wait, did I say it right? No matter.

Boiling Spring Lakes neighbors say they haven’t received their mail in at least a week