Olivia Wiltz Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Luxembourg City

*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Anyway, me, an alien, right? I’m scopin this brothel scene, and humans are wild, yo. They pay for skin, but half the time they’re chattin, cryin, whatever. Reminds me of “Ten” – “You don’t love me anymore,” one chick says in the car. Same shit happens in brothels, bet. Dudes roll in, horny as hell, then boom – they’re sobbin bout their ex. Hilarious, but sad too, yknow?

Why read on Fable?

The case against Norma Wallace in the early s was the last big vice investigation of a high priced-brothel prior to the Canal Street brothel case, but Ms. Wiltz said Ms. Wallace would never have agreed to name her clients.

Anyway, I finally settle on a bench, trying to gather my thoughts for my counseling sessions later. I’m thinking about my clients, their struggles, and how I can help. But then, outta nowhere, this dog runs up to me. It’s a big fluffy thing, and it’s got mud all over its paws. It jumps on me, and I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But then it licks my face, and I can’t help but laugh. Dogs, man. They just know how to lighten the mood.

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