Audrey Eliot Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, brothels—where do I start? They’re old as sin, legit. Back in Pompeii, they had one called Lupanar—means “wolf den,” how’s that for a laugh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, blokes braggin’ ‘bout their conquests. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all just tossers tryna feel big. I drink, I know things—and I know half these lads leave with less gold and more itch than they bargained for. Gets me riled up, tho—pisses me off how the girls get the short end. Used up, tossed out, no one givin’ a shit. Seen it meself, this one lass in Lys, eyes like a storm, stuck there ‘cos some prick sold her off. Broke me heart, it did.

How to Cite

Eliot Spitzer was yesterday cast into the wilderness after he resigned as governor of the state of New York in the wake of a prostitution.

So, buddy, pack your bags, bring your chill vibes, and get ready for a ride. Eliot (us) is an experience – wild, quirky, and memorably real. And remember, like Amour whispered in the darkness, “Our love is our gift,” so soak it all in, man. Enjoy the city, and hey, “That’s what she said!” Cheers!

Our debt to Thomas Cranmer: T S Eliot and the Book of Common Prayer