Valentina Briar Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

So, picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls gigglin’. Kinda makes me happy, y’know? Free love, baby! But then—bam!—I hear some shady stuff. Didja know brothels were legal in old Rome? Called ‘em *lupanars*! Wild, right? Makes me mad tho—some jerks treat these gals like trash. Not cool, bro! “Who did I hit?”—that’s from the movie, total confusion! That’s brothel life, man, nobody knows who’s who!

Brothel Vending Machine Quest

Briar: Briar winks over his shoulder as he walks on by. Briar stops, stares at you over his shoulder, then continues on his way. Briar walks by. He doesn't.

I’ve been here for years. Seen love, heartbreak, and feisty debates about which dive bar is legit. Crazy nights, weird mornings. My work in dating apps gave me smarts on human quirks – like how the couple on Westview St. always gossip about that bizarre pigeon statue in Central Plaza. I mean, who knew pigeons could spark such deep convos? Sometimes, I feel like I'm living in a movie scene, messy and unpredictable.

‘U’ Heads to Johns Island for Briar's Creek Invitational