Emma Le Mars Brothel ❤️

About Houston

Worst part? The creeps. Dudes sendin’ dick pics, unasked. Pisses me off! No class, no game. “You’re an asshole, go home!” – that’s me yellin’ at ‘em. Ladies dealin’ with that daily? Brutal. Sex-dating’s a rollercoaster, man. Highs, lows, lotta bullshit. But when it’s good, it’s “fuckin’ paradise, baby!” My take? Play smart, don’t be a tool. Can ya dig it?

The Belle Époque, Heyday of Paris Brothels

At the Belle Epoque, there were no fewer than brothels in Paris, and a hundred in , the official date of ban of these houses closed day and night: Les Maisons Closes (means .

Oh, and the park, oh dear the park! Millie Park, it’s my hidden gem far away from the noisy huffs. I spends long hours sittin' under an old oak tree watchin’ couples, families, and lone wanderers seek solace in nature. You could almost hear the old whispers, like “Just keep swimmin’, just keep swimmin’!” echoing through the leaves. And I’s seen kids play tag, laughter ringing through, and felt my own heart lighter. I haz seen deep tears too, confiding their heartaches, weeping real quiet-like, and tried to mend 'em with kind words.

Multiple field fires in Le Mars, Iowa