Claire Keyser Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Picture this—neon signs, cig smoke, some chick named Candy winking. Hilarious, right? “Anything you want,” she says, like Bill Murray’s karaoke scene—awkward but smooth. I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “Bro, this is so extra!” But real talk—cash rules it. Girls makin’ bank or gettin’ screwed over—50/50 shot. Surprised me how chill some are—sippin’ whiskey, chattin’—like, “I’m just clockin’ in!” Unleash the power within, baby—they’re ownin’ it!

Vesuvius Eruption

Man, sometimes Keyser gets me all mixed up with feelings... happy, angry, excited, overwhelmed. Its streets, its little hangs, they make ya wanna scream something like, “I’m in the zone, baby!” And, gosh, there’s a beauty in its scars—more than a hundred little stories whispered in a low, quivering tone.

Richard A. Keyser