Sienna Broussard Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, this one time—17th century Amsterdam, right? Red-light district’s poppin’, sailors stumblin’ in, gold coins clinkin’. This madam, Gretta, ran it—ruthless b*tch, loved her. Caught a dude stealin’—she gutted him, no hesitation. “No one crosses me,” she says, blood drippin’. I laughed—*“That’s my girl!”* Reminds me of Viggo in the flick—calm, then bam, violence explodes. “How do you live with it?”—movie line fits her perfect. Got me thinkin’—brothels ain’t just flesh markets, they’re survival pits.

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“He's flush with cash by the weekend, on account of the money his brothel brings in during the week.” “Excellent work, Mr. Broussard,” Blackjack.

I ain't gon' sugarcoat it – Broussard ain't all glitter and rainbows, ya feel? It’s messy, unpredictable, sometimes maddening, but it sticks to your soul, leaves its mark. And as I always say, “Motherf***er, don't you forget it!” Hope you enjoy every damn minute here, just like I do, every single crazy, imperfect day.

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