Paisley Olivares Brothel ❤️❤️

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Ever hear ‘bout the Mustang Ranch? Nevada’s big shot brothel—got raided, reopened, like nothin’ happened! Tough as nails, that place. I’m thinkin’, “What country is this?” like in the movie, ‘cause it’s chaos, but beautiful chaos. I’d chill there, sip a drink, watch the show—beats therapy, fuhgeddaboudit! You wanna talk sin? Brothel’s got soul, more’n church sometimes—don’t tell Carmela I said that, she’d whack me! Anyway, it’s raw, real, messy—kinda like me, huh? Whaddya think, wise guy?

Primary Sidebar

(Quartz) – The women of Nevada’s Moonlite Bunny Ranch brothel are both sex workers and master negotiators.

Olivares is small but packs a punch. And man, my fave spot? The Parque San Juan. It’s a chill hangout. Sometimes I sit by the fountain, thinkin’ deep thoughts 'bout families and life. I remember once, a couple was arguing near the old monument at Plaza de la Libertad… I stepped in and we laughed (wut? total emotional rollercoaster!!) “If I had been there in a hurry, I’d have saved them!” Just like that gritty line from No Country for Old Men, you know? “I got here the same day as you.” That hit me deep sometimes.

Album Review: Olivares – Olimpiada