Gianna Lajas Brothel ❤️

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Gets me mad tho—people judgin’ these gals, callin’ ‘em trash. Who’s the real clown? The suits payin’ double for silence! Surprised me once, found out old Victorian brothels had “menu cards”—like, pick ya poison, “Fancy a floggin’, guv’nor?” HAHA! Total riot! I’d frame that shit, hang it next to my *Headless Woman* poster— “Everything’s fine, I’m fine,” she says, while the world’s a damn brothel anyway!

Zara…HERE NOW!

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After the rain, the sun comes back out, and it’s like a whole new vibe. The plaza’s glistening, and people are back to partying. I run into some old friends from high school. We’re reminiscing about the good ol’ days, like when we used to hang out at the beach in Playa de la Parguera. Man, those were the days!

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