Olivia Rethel Whore ❤️❤️

About Toulouse

“Sharon, where’s me beer?!” – gets me goin’, this. What pisses me off? Pricks judgin’ ‘em. Like, who gives a toss? Live and let shag, yeah? But – happy bit – some whores bank serious quid. One lass, Victorian times, owned half o’ London – pimpin’ herself rich! Surprised me, that – thought they all got screwed over. Nah, some screw back, harder.

Travel Climbs Select

When I was given the unusual assignment of touring a Nevada brothel, I wasn’t sure what to expect. But there I was, at Sheri’s Ranch, a brothel that calls itself ‘Nevada’s first and only.

Man, what a day! I’m a forester, right? So, I’m used to chillin’ in the woods, surrounded by trees and birds. But today? Oh boy, today was a whole different beast. I had to head into Rethel, and lemme tell ya, it was a wild ride.

Keynotes by Yuval Millo and Lena Rethel