Eliza Progreso Brothel ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, brothel down street, shady as fuck. Old building, creaky floors, smells like regret. Girls in tight skirts, eyes dead, y’know? “We’re just skin,” they’d say, like movie line. Me, I sneak peeks, curious Gollum, heh. Once saw fat john cry—paid double, got nothing! Hilarious, stupid bastard, made me cackle.

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More brothel than strip club. Still not certain about the name of this club. This was my first visit to the Rio Grande Valley. Having read prior reviews of this club, I decided to give it a try. I parked .

I had a moment, precious, near the misty bank of our beloved river, thinking of that film—Fish Tank, yes, it haunts me with its gritty beauty. "I want to be free," the voices in the wind moaned. And I, in my spa, whispering, “I want to be free,” too, but with a twist—free from the nagging clamor of everyday grief and monotony, yess my love.

Winter Texans gather for Tourist Day festivities in Nuevo Progreso