Angelina Cordova Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I seen one once—well, heard ‘bout it, down in N’awlins. Old creaky house, red curtains, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Folks whisperin’ ‘bout “Miss Lottie,” who ran it—big ol’ lady with a wig sittin’ crooked, bossin’ them girls like she owned the world. Halleluyer! Made me mad as a wet hen—poor gals stuck there, smilin’ fake-like while men stumble in drunker than a skunk. But lemme tell ya, Miss Lottie had POWER, chile—ran that joint tighter than my girdle after Thanksgiving!

Brothels operated by Venezuelan national Mayelin Cordova destroyed-Guyana

The vibe here ain't all sunshine though. I've had days when the frost bites and the wind howls like it's got beef. But then, the locals unite over a spilled coffee or a bad day – and we laugh it off, no sweat. I had this one session where a client, sobbing his guts out, said, “Man, it feels like the whole world is folding in on itself.” And I replied, “Bro, chill. You’re here in Cordova.” Chill? Nah, it's a wild ride.

Obituary for Stephen A. Cordova