Ellie Macon Brothel ❤️

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“Lost in Translation” hits different here—Bob’s all, “The more you know who you are,” and I’m like, brothel’s a mirror, yo. You walk in, see yourself—lonely, horny, whatever. YOLO, tho—live it up! One time, I rolled thru this spot—neon lights flickerin’, girls laughin’, music bumpin’. Felt like a king, then sad as hell—vibes switch fast, fam! Prolly smelled like cheap perfume and regret, but I ain’t judgin’. “Isn’t it weird we’re here?” Charlotte vibes in my head—I’m like, yeah, it’s weird, but it’s real.

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The Saône River, oh boy, it just slices right through the town. I’d sit there sometimes and just watch the boats drift by, thinkin’ about life – sometimes enough to blow my mind! And the Parc des Ilets – so green, so livin’, a bit off the beaten track but perfect for clear-headed ramblings and those deep dating site talks with clients who need some hope, y’know?

Town hall to discuss potential 'glamping' site at Macon's Lake Tobesofkee