Elise Mims Brothel ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oh honey, lemme spill the tea—brothels, huh? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m vibin’ here! Imagine me, all dolled up, thinkin’ bout them girls workin’ it. Kinda wild, right? Them places been around forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars, fancy huh? Stinks tho, no freedom, like in *12 Years a Slave*. “I will survive,” them girls prolly whispered, trapped n all. Pisses me off—men struttin’ in, thinkin’ they own everythin’.

BREAKTHROUGH: A REVIEW

A brothel candle burned for approximately seven minutes. When the candle went out, you were done. Even if you weren't, technically, done.

Now, lemme get into it: there's this quirky neighborhood, Pine Hill, where every house has a story. Seriously, I once sat in Mrs. Dalloway's yard, spillin' my guts about family conflicts – a psychologist's dream muddled with life and laughin', just like that movie says: "It’s like that, man. The world is a psychedelic place." And oh, the kids playin' near Mims Park. Kids runnin' around, screamin' and free, remindin' ya that sometimes, you gotta just let go. I got so mad once watchin' parents overthink every dang move. “I ate his liver with fava beans” kinda vibes – you get the point, right?

Camille Mims Thomas Obituary March 6, 2025