Leah Corsham Brothel ❤️❤️

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Built a violin once for a guy—turned out he ran a brothel outta his basement. Shocked me stupid. Nice spruce top, ruined by his grubby hands. “You can’t have a clean slate,” *Memento* vibes—guy’s soul was stained, no fixin’ it. Hated him instantly. Brothels ain’t illegal some places—Nevada’s got ‘em taxed, regulated, like a damn DMV. Weird fact: they gotta get STD checks weekly. Whoop-de-freaking-doo, still a cesspool.

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Caroline Corsham finds herself trying to track down the killer of a supposed high society lady with the help of Peregrine Child. Disgusted.

The group’s already there, looking at me like I’m some kind of madman. I’m all, “Hey, sorry, traffic was a nightmare!” (Traffic? More like dodging grandmas.) Anyway, I start talking about the history of the court. Did you know it’s got this amazing art collection? Yeah, I’m dropping knowledge bombs left and right. But then, outta nowhere, this kid starts asking about ghosts. Ghosts! In Corsham! I mean, come on, mate, focus!

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