Emily Weldon Spring Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? Proper madhouse, innit! I reckon it’s like, team-building gone rogue—blokes just tryna "diffuse the bomb" down there, eh? Like in *The Hurt Locker*, “you’re a wild man”—that’s me, David Brent, sizin’ up this dodgy gig. Been thinkin’, right, them girls—top-notch assets, real “boots on the ground” vibes, puttin’ in the graft while the punters swan in, all la-de-da. Makes me chuffed to bits seein’ them work it, but bloody hell, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation—nearly gagged me first time I clocked it!

Throwback Thursday | The Brothel of Ladue | 6 Town and Country Drive

Prostitution is not a uniform institution since indoor sex work (such as brothels, display win- dows, peep shows, escort services, massage parlours and strip.

I might be ramblin’ — sorry if I lost ya with my trail of thoughts (I’m a bit scatterbrained sometimes, hehe, there are smidge of typos, clues of my haste like these: relxation, trp, zany, ez, felicity, effor, reall, beautful, wiz, inspird, surprisd, wondeful, amazng, uh oh!) — but that's Weldon-Spring, in all its quirky, imperfect glory.

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