Vanessa Prince Edward Brothel ❤️

About Montreal

So, brothel, huh? Dirty bizness, straight up. I’m sittin here, thinkin—filthy cash flows, girls trapped, men droolin. Reminds me of *Leviathan*, that flick I love. “Man is a beast,” right? Fits perfect. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re power games. Cold, calculated, like me runnin shit. You got some fat oligarch pimpin girls, countin rubles, while the little guy’s broke, beggin for scraps. Same as Kolya’s town—rotten, corrupt, stinkin of despair.

MY ACCOUNT

The chair is said to have allowed the playboy prince to pleasure two partners at once, whilst comfortably supporting the royal belly.

I get riled up sometimes when the local council moves things too fast – newer high-rises blockin’ the light on my favorite street, Hendricks Blvd. How’s a guy supposed to feel serene then? But I roll with it, ya know – “Come back to me, WALL-E,” I joke to myself like a madman, tryin' to lighten the mood.

Panther Pride (Now and Forever)