Sarah Es Burdel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Acerca de Zaragoza

So, picture this: a rickety ol’ house, red curtains flappin’ in the breeze, smellin’ like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Burdel ain’t just a place, y’all—it’s a dang feelin’. I read somewhere—prob’ly on some dusty library shelf—that burdels popped up in them old French colonies, like New Orleans, way back when. Ladies in corsets, struttin’ their stuff, makin’ a livin’ when the world wouldn’t give ‘em a dime otherwise. Ain’t that somethin’? Gets me all riled up thinkin’ ‘bout how they fought tooth ‘n’ nail, while I’m over here strummin’ my guitar, prayin’ my hair don’t fall flat.