Isabelle Prosper Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, actuary by day, hater of everything by life. Brothels, huh? I hate ‘em. Stink of desperation and cheap whiskey. Numbers don’t lie—most shut down in five years flat. Disease spreads faster than gossip in a small town. I crunched the stats—50% chance of clap just walkin’ in. Disgustin’. Reminds me of that punk Zuckerberg in *The Social Network*— “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ enemies.” Brothels don’t get clients without ruinin’ lives.

Central Asia

I want to overtake the brothel, to make the life of the sex workers better and use their talents for spying on their costumers.

Oh, and the neighborhoods? So diverse, bro. There's a rad mix; like West Haven (not the one in the movies, pssh) full of charming homes and neat cafes where I sometimes let my sexology rants fly. I had a memory of meeting a quirky poet at a local bodega on Birch Street. He said, “I'm waiting for a train, Mr. Prosper!” I laughed, rarrgh, like Inception’s spinning top – twisting reality, man.

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