Rebecca Fallon Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Alright, so brothel, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—what’s the deal with these places? Like, I get it, oldest profession, yadda yadda, but jeez, it’s a freakin’ mess! You walk in, and it’s all “pretty, pretty good” on the surface—fancy lights, girls smilin’, but underneath? Oh boy, it’s a damn swamp of desperation! Kinda like *12 Years a Slave*, right? “I will survive, I will not fall into despair”—that’s what I imagine these gals tellin’ themselves every night. Stuck in a system, no way out, forced to grin through it. Makes me nuts just thinkin’ about it!

Lazy B Guesthouse Ranch

I remember—yeah, I revewewed—Sunnyside Gardens near Baker St. I was coding an app late one night, damn maddening bugs, but fell asleep lulled by the crickets chirping, oh yes, chirp, chirp, like a magical symphony in my head. Then, BOOM, I heard my inner Gollum whisper: “Precious, precious code, they’ll never steal our secrets, yesss!”

Shilling pioneer Jimmy Fallon has found a bold new way to sell out