Brianna Gresovskiy Brothel ❤️❤️

About Odesa

Say hello to my little friend! Man, lemme tell ya bout them brothels—wild shit, right? I’m Tony fuckin Montana, I seen it all, brothels ain’t just pussy and cash, nah, it’s deeper, like that movie I love, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. “I can’t sleep with all these ghosts around,” that’s me in a brothel, feelin spirits of every damn soul that walked in there horny and left broke. You walk in, neon lights hittin ya face, girls lined up like soldiers, but they ain’t fightin wars—they fuckin for rent!

The history of brothels

So, I start heading home, and I pass by the old church on the corner of Lermontova. It’s this stunning building, but today it’s all boarded up. I heard they’re doing renovations. I’m like, “Why now? Can’t a guy catch a break?”