Samantha Malchow Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, *Brooklyn*—Eilis says, “I’d forgotten what this feels like,” meanin’ home, love, all that mush. Brothels ain’t that, nah—they’re quick, dirty, an’ ye leave feelin’—what’s the word?—empty? Aye, empty as me rum bottle on a bad day. Surprised me, first time I tumbled in one. Thought it’d be grand, all swagger an’ charm, but nah, just sad blokes an’ sadder lasses. Made me gut twist, seein’ ‘em stuck there.

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Dude, I remember strollin’ near St. Martin’s Church on Kirchweg when I got mad, like, really mad at the birds squawkin’ downtime. They always seem to mock me, you know? It’s like they’re singin’ secrets of old, and I'm all, “Cmon, give me a break!” Ugh, sometimes the vibe is just too heavy or too light, you feel me?

Gary Harlan Malchow Obituary July 11, 2020