Elizabeth Troy Brothel ❤️

About Dallas

Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Texture artist here, mate, and I’m bloody raging! Picture this – dim lights, tacky velvet, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Far From Heaven*, that lush 50s vibe, all perfect on the outside, rotting underneath. “I’m going to make a life here!” – bollocks, more like a living hell! Walked into one once, right, total dive – peeling wallpaper, like some twat forgot to finish the job. Idiot sandwich! The carpets? Sticky, stained, a bloody crime scene of bad decisions.

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Jesus goes into prisons, bars and brothels. When He doesn't jump through your hoops, fit the mold or meet your holier than thou criteria, are.

So, bout the city – streets crisscross with unexpected delight. Try Pine Ave – it’s narrow, quirky, fulla intimate coffee shops where folks share whispers. Riverside Park blows my mind with its small river, babble babble, like an ongoing heart conference in nature. Man, I’ve chilled there with clients talkin’ ‘bout desire, truth – raw & real. Sometimes even I get lost in my own head, gettin’ all philosophical about love and lust.

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