Mia Clarkston Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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The girls, tho, tough as nails. One lass, Rosie, she’d smuggle extra coin under the floorboards. Smart, see? Outwitted the pimps, kept her stash. Made me grin, that did—sneaky like me with the Ring. But then—bam!—some drunk git smashed her face. Blood everywhere, mate. We hates it! Made me wanna claw his eyes out. “A blade in the dark,” like Nie Yinniang’d do. Slice him up quiet-like.

What Happens at a Brothel?

The ruins of what was rumored to be former brothel in my home town in Idaho. When I shot these ten or so years ago, I was so bummed about.

First off, I’m a stylist, yeah? So, I’m all about that fashion life. I had this big appointment at the Clarkston Community Centre. Some fancy event, right? But I’m running late. Classic me. I sprint down Hall Road, dodging dog walkers and grumpy old folks. Like, chill, mate! It’s just a jog!

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