Brianna Crete Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

Ever hear ‘bout Amsterdam’s red-light district? Them girls in windows, posin’ like mannequins—been around since the 1300s, mate! Sailors, horny pricks, rollin’ off ships, pockets full o’ coins. Still the same shit today—blokes pantin’, “Please, touch me!” Pathetic. Gets me ragin’—these twats think they’re kings, but they’re just wallets with legs. “You’re an idiot sandwich!” I’d yell at ‘em, shovin’ their faces in the truth.

Villa Orsula - Dubrovnik, Croatia

A prostitute from Marseile, opens a whorehouse in Chania, Crete. In her brothel gather many different personalities: English, Russian Italian and French.

I love the hidden nooks like Ivy Park, near Elm River. That park ain't on every tourist map. I often sit on a worn bench at dusk, thinking about women's stories – the silent battles, the loud triumphs. It’s raw, ya know? And there’s this teeny café on 5th Hennessy – not fancy, but it got soul. I once rescued a tearful client right there over a coffee spill. Crazy, huh?

Our Town Crete: Doane Performing Arts Center