Lydia Cullowhee Brothel ❤️❤️

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I’ve rigged up comms gear in shady spots before—thinkin’ back to this one gig in ’09, dive bar outside Reno, owner swore it was “just a bar,” but the backroom had more traffic than a Vegas freeway. Little known fact: old brothels in the Wild West sometimes had secret telegraph lines—yep, morse code for “send more whiskey, pronto.” Surprised the hell outta me when I read that. Made me happy too—history’s got a twisted sense of humor. But modern joints? Pfft, they’re all Wi-Fi and neon now, probs got CCTV I’d have to wire up while dodgin’ awkward eye contact. “What is this body without organs?”—Godard again. Brothel’s like that—chaos, no center, just bodies and cash swappin’ hands.

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Assistant Director of Student Media & Marketing at Western Carolina University · Specialties: media, management, marketing & advertising, folklore, music.

Err, my thoughts racing, oh smth got me mad sometimes – bureaucrats meddle, ughhhh. So, rly, my hands, they cry out "do or do not". When locals chatter, lively they are, hearts open, flaws they share. Yess, life here, a sweet, messy dance, like in that movie, Ida, so bittersweet, so poetic, mmm.

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