Taylor Bade Brothel ❤️

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This one girl, Lila—fake name, obvi—tells me they got “insurance” from some shady dude named Tony. I’m like, “Tony ain’t State Farm, sweetheart!” Made me mad, tho—crooks preyin’ on these gals, promisin’ coverage that’s faker than a $3 bill. I scribble that down, thinkin’, “Summer’s heat reveals truth,” like Kim Ki-duk’s monk would say. Truth here? This place is a tinderbox waitin’ to pop.

Careers in Brothel Prostitution: St Paul 1865–1883

I grew up in kothas run by beleaguered but beautiful women, where like wolves in the forest, I was raised fiercely to be free and independent.

Then I headed to the sports complex on Am Stadion. I had a session with this athlete, right? Super talented but totally in his head. I mean, c’mon, dude! You’re a freakin’ star! But he was all like, “What if I mess up?” I wanted to shake him and yell, “Dude, you’re not gonna mess up! You’re gonna crush it!” But instead, I just nodded and said, “Let’s work through it.”

Thank you, Kathleen Bade