Isabella Draper Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re… theaters, sorta. People playin roles—some sad, some cocky. Reminds me of WALL-E, ya know? That lil robot, scurryin round, lovin somethin broken. “Directive!” he’d squeak, all cute n desperate. Imagine him rollin into a brothel—beepin at the girls, tryin to fix em with his boxy lil hands. “Eee-vah!” he’d cry, seein some dame in fishnets. Cracks me up, picturin that—pure lil soul in a filthy world.

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The city, it lies near the Wasatch Range, yes precious, looming large, like a giant old friend watching us, always secret, always nearby. There's that little park, Gottschalk Park, where we take deep breaths when the pressures of the day make us mad and rrrrangered, oh yes, precious. Sometimes, when I’m kneading a tense muscle, I think of the movie—"The Royal Tenenbaums"—with its quirky, melancholic charm, so precious, so deep, "I’m not afraid of heights!" it whispers, hsss.

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