Eliza Weslaco Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, shaped by it, seein’ shit in them brothels nobody else catches. Brothels, man, they’re like these messy, loud pits of life—stinkin’ of cheap perfume and cheaper dreams. Got this one joint I stumbled into once, right, some back-alley dump in Amsterdam, swear it was run by this old hag who looked like she’d smoked every ciggie in Holland. She’s yellin’ at the girls, “Work harder, ya lazy cows!”—fuckin’ brutal, made me wanna punch a wall. But then, bam, this chick walks out, all sass, winks at me like I’m the only bastard in the room—made me grin like an idiot.

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I gotta say, the vibe out here? It makes me laugh. Sometimes I even improvise my relaxation notes – a little Joe Biden style mid-sentence, “here’s the deal...” then off I go, enthusiastic as ever. I’m known to ramble ‘cause I get so wrapped up in life’s little moments.

Weslaco park to be renovated with inclusive swing set