Evelyn Alta Sierra Brothel ❤️

About New York City

Love the wildness, tho—makes me happy as a pig in muck. Trees thin out at 1,800m, then its just rock and scree, proper *terra ignota*. Views? Alps for days, mate—France one side, Swiss the other. Once saw an eagle nick a climber’s sandwich—cheeky sod! Made me laugh, but God, the cold—fingers numb, snot frozen, pure *miseria*. Hated that, bloody furious—why’s nature such a git sometimes?

Background

See, my job, it puts me in the center of all kinda secrets. I'm sortof the gawker of human nature, if ya catch my drift. Folks wander into my parlor with a million tales on their minds. Same as that movie – raw truths spilled like whiskey on old wood. I once had a fella who confessed all his hidden aches. I told him, "Honey, you gotta let it go – ain't nobody perfect." Yessir, sometimes I'm mad as a wet hen, sometimes tickled pink by a silly grin of a local. I got my opinions, and yeah, I sometimes stumble over my words.

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