Willow Corcoran Brothel ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oh, and the smells—stale perfume, sweat, cheap cigars—hits ya like a truck. Reminds me of Richie Tenenbaum’s tent, all moody n messy. I’d stroll in, heels clickin, winkin at some shy guy in the corner—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—cuz why not? Make him blush! Bet they got secrets too—like how some brothels doubled as spy dens in the war. Wild, right? Dudes gettin laid while passin coded notes—talk bout multitaskin!

Entertainment

Today I hung out with a well known celebrity who was accused of running a brothel! I did what I never do and took the red eye to New Jersey.

I might have typos, huh, livin’ in a rush – srrry for 12 or more misspellings, but that’s life, ain't it? So come over, man, experience it all for yourself – the parks, the rivers, the quirky streets. Just remember: sometimes things are deeper than you think. And if the mood hits, shout out “Stupid, fat hobbit!” and laugh along, cos in Corcoran, we do it all with a heart full of madness and a mind a million miles away, just like that movie said – ever so beautifully dark and hopeful!

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