Esme Gazi Brothel ❤️

About Larissa

Here’s a lil’ somethin’ I dug up—did ya know brothels been legal some places forever? Like, back in ol’ Pompeii, they had ‘em marked with naughty lil’ wall art so fellas knew where to stumble in! Ain’t that a hoot? But it ain’t all laughs. I’d be snoopin’ round, hearin’ stories—girls savin’ pennies to skedaddle, or some pimp actin’ like he’s king of the dang hill. Gets my blood boilin’, but then I’d see a gal sneak a smile at her friend, and I’d think, “Well, shoot, there’s hope yet.”

Introduction

Gazi was a very run down area, full of brothels, car repair shops, run down small buisiness, lots of poor dare devils who were trying to.

Now I’m angry. I’m wiping bird poop off my shirt, and I’m thinking, “This is just my luck.” I get back to the office, and my coworker, Maria, sees me. She bursts out laughing. “Nice accessory!” she says. I roll my eyes but can’t help but chuckle.

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