Gabriella Port Townsend Brothel ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, brothels—kinda fascinatin’, kinda gross. You got these girls, workin’ their asses off—literally—and for what? Some creep with a wad of cash? Makes me nuts! I’m like, “Why’s this still a thing?” Been around forever—fact is, oldest job ever, right? Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how’s that for creepy? Makes ya wonder—humanity’s obsessed or just lazy? I’m pissed thinkin’ about it—exploitation’s the name of the game.

Greetings from a Former Brothel

I live here for years now at my cozy massage parlor on Jefferson St. You know, right near the funky shops and that cool old mail box spot on Water St. It’s where the locals hang, man. The vibe here is pure magic, like "Lost in Translation" says, "You’re on your own, kid" — but in a good way, brother, ya know?

Theresa Marie Chedoen