Olivia Privacy Brothel ❤️

About Houston

Brothel’s a stage, mate—violence brewin’ under the giggles. Like the flick, “No one’s gonna hurt you,” they coo, but ye feel the edge. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But I’d wager me compass—that don’t point north—that half these blokes’d slit a throat fer a discount. Humor in it? Aye, one time this drunk sod fell off the bed mid-deed—lass charged him double fer the comedy! Sarcasm’s me blade, so I say: “Oh, fine establishment, this—where dignity goes to drown!”