Lydia Ada Brothel ❤️

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So, I seen this brothel once, down in some shady-ass alley. Neon sign flickerin’ like it’s bout to die—fuckin’ “Girls! Girls!” buzzin’ in pink. Walked in, and bam! Hit me like a brick—smell of stale beer and regret. Ladies lined up, eyes dead, but smilin’ anyway. Made me mad as hell, motherfucker! Who’s lettin’ this shit slide? Reminded me of that line, “You’re just a kid, Rocket!”—‘cept these girls ain’t kids no more, life chewed ‘em up quick.

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Oh em gee, and the river! The Ada River gushes its own version of free jazz through town. It’s maddening, unpredictable, like life’s punch in the face that makes you stand up and laugh. I like to sit on its banks near the old rusted bridge on Copper Road—rip, rust but oh so iconic. Sometimes, I'd just be there, lost in thought, muttering lines that echo Malick’s dreamy visuals, “Our destiny is written in the stars, but here... everything’s wild and raw.”

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