Elizabeth Green Bay Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Thing that gets me tho, is the vibe. Walk in, it’s all smoky, dim, smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Girls gigglin, dudes leerin—kinda sad, kinda wild. Reminds me of Malick’s line, “Love everyone. Every leaf. Every ray.” Weird, right? Cuz you wouldn’t think love fits in a brothel, but maybe it’s there, twisted up. Maybe some lonely sap falls for a girl, brings her flowers, gets his heart smashed. Aww, poor bastard—made me tear up thinkin bout it!

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I know, my style’s a bit wild. I even throw in a few typos here, like “excersize” when I mean exercise, “spaa” instead of spa, “Goood” cuz I'm excited, “amazng” for that extra buzz, “wonderul” when I’m stoked, “tommorow” when plans shift, “unfortuenly” for the traffic, “mesmerz” when awe takes over, and oh—so many times history repeats, and I live here every damn day, embracing the chaos.

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