Sofia Adrian Brothel ❤️❤️

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Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a Resnik, right? Checkin out this brothel thing. Man, it’s wild! Sex workers everywhere, cash flowin like crazy. We see shit humans miss—vibes, energy, all that. Brothels ain’t just fuckin, nah. It’s history, messy and raw. Like in “12 Years a Slave”—“I will survive!”—they hustle hard. Some girls trapped, some runnin the show. Pisses me off, tho—exploitation’s fucked up. Reminds me of Solomon screamin, “I am a free man!” But freedom? Ha, rare here.

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Adrian Zalar's muscular build and fiery brown eyes caught my attention as soon as he entered the room. He is the buyer and I am the merchandise for his brothel.

Ever strolled by the Prairie River? Its flow is smooth, like my massage strokes on tired backs. I remember one rainy day, dashing past the raindrops on ElmAve – my heart raced a bit, unexpected, speshul, ya know? And phew, I got an urge to vent like Uncle Larry – it’s maddening how unpredictable weather can be!

Adrian Anthony Arabie Obituary November 12, 2024