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So, I roll up, right, tractor parked, and it’s this old house, creaky floors, red curtains – proper dodgy. Girls there, they’re like birds of paradise, flashin’ smiles, but you can tell some ain’t happy. Made me gut twist, that did. I’m thinkin’, “Who runs this joint?” Some geezer probs, countin’ cash in the back, sippin’ tea like he’s king. Pissed me off, that – usin’ folk like they’re tools. But then, this one lass, she’s chattin’ me up, all cheeky, and I’m laughin’ – she’s a right laugh, sharp as a tack. “A single note lingers,” like in the movie, that lone piano bit – her voice stuck with me.

Chillicothe soldier gets 17 years for brothel

The five patrons in the brothel at the time Alice opened fire on the soldiers were taken to jail along with the business owner and her employees.

Got so many memories, man. Once, on a scorchin’ day, I massaged near the massive oak off Ridge Rd—felt nature whisper, “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Remind me of life's fragile dreams, a bittersweet cocktail of hope and despair, like in that flick, Requiem for a Dream, raw and cruel.

New Patch, Same Mission: Fort Meade Now Under MDW Patch