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Oh, and the decor? Tacky as hell. Velvet curtains, sticky floors – ugh. Like a dive bar had a baby with a pawn shop. “Evil lurks where men falter,” Sembène’d say, and brothels are proof. Yet, some gals there got grit – tougher than half the athletes I’ve coached. That’s the kicker. Hella respect for ‘em, but the whole setup? Garbage. Pure, stinkin’ garbage.

Chapters in this book

Deadly Desires (Brothel of the Damned Book 1) available for purchase on Amazon. This is one of the weirdest, darkest, and bestest books out.

I gotta admit, my job’s sharpened my senses – I feel each bruise, each tension knot as if it were a chapter in Calden’s epic saga. I'm not exaggerating; sometimes massaging a client's back lets me see the raw, hidden textures of this city. It’s like watchin’ David Cronenberg film unfold in real life – gritty, unpredictable, and yeah, a bit bloody brilliant.

Marine pride burns deep