Sophie Jerome Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Weird thing—brothels got this smell. Sweat, cheap perfume, despair—sticks in ya nose! Ever notice that? Prolly not, fools too busy starin’. “I’m not a sinner,” Ida says—bull! We all sinnin’, just some get paid for it. Mr. T’s mind spins—choppin’ pork, thinkin’ deep. Exaggeratin’ here, but brothels feel like prisons with lipstick! Angry at the system, man—who lets this roll?

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In Jerome, the neighborhoods close in – a labyrinth of crisscrossin streets, back alleys that whisper secrets. I love that insanity. The local dive on Oatman St., a tiny bar with stories bleeding from every wall, makes me laugh even when I’m pissed off at the lousy sunlight melting into dusk.

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