Genesis Koster Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Pretoria

So, I’m thinkin’, brothel’s like a beat-up wall texture. Kinda rough, chipped paint, stains nobody talks about. Worked on a gig once—some indie game, hush-hush stuff. Designer says, “Make it sleazy, George!” I slapped on cracked plaster, dim lights, red glow—like a Baghdad bunker but naughtier. Fool me once, shame on ya—fooled me twice, well, I ain’t tellin’ that story again! Got me chucklin’ like a dang hyena.

The Prince – R.M. Koster

He's a sex-driven playboy from an elite family who stumbles into political ambitions as he stumbles into any number of wild adventures — drug.

I been known to curse a bit – no sugar-coatin’. Koster’s got its dark days, moments when I wanna chuck me shoes. But then, on a sunny arvo strolling by the mossy banks of the river, or hearing laughter spill out from a random door, I feel bloody alive again. Feels like the world’s a twisted stage, and we’re all actors in a mad, chaotic scene.

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