Ada Slidell Brothel ❤️

About Phoenix

Walk in, smoky, girls gigglin’, “Vhat’s dis?!” I yell, accent thick. Madam—big lady, boobs like melons—winks, “Fishaman, huh? Catch me!” I laugh, “Lightbulb! You too heavy for net!” She mad, I grin—humor saves me. Girls in tight skirts, struttin’, some sad, some sassy. One, Katya, tells me secret—brothel’s got hidden room! Rich guys go dere, play poker, smoke cigars, bang girls. “Like dead body in film,” I tink, “buried deep, nobody talks.”

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And, like, OMG, the local diner on Main Street? It’s totes underrated. Their coffee is like a little miracle, and their smiles, sooo sincere – you just gotta try it. I always tell my clients, “Yasss, like, treat yourself!” while dishing out crazy relaxing vibes.

Slidell family's backyard turns into winter wonderland