Layla Silly Brothel ❤️

About Namur

Brothels, right, they’re nature’s own marketplace – supply, demand, all that jazz. Used to piss me off, thinkin’ how society shoves ‘em underground, then winks at ‘em anyway. Hypocrisy, mate! Makes me wanna scream. But then, I sneak a peek – the girls laughin’, jokin’, runnin’ the show. Power in the shadows, innit? Kinda makes me grin, like seein’ a fox outsmart a hound. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, some brothels doubled as spy dens – whores passin’ secrets like it’s tea and biscuits. Wild, eh?

Brothel cartoons and comics

The madam opened the brothel door in Miami and saw a rather dignified, well-dressed, good-looking man in his late forties or early fifties.

Now don’t get me started on the Ol’ River Mist. It flows near the old park, Belle Époque Gardens. I love sittin’ by it, watchin’ ducks, and thinkin’ “How’s that workin’ for ya?” every dang day. Hell, sometimes I get mad 'cause the ducks always hog the best spots! I mean, seriously, quack, quack, quack!

Jason Mackey: Concern over Paul Skenes is silly and feels like more misplaced Pirates frustration