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Hehehe, me, a sailor, huh? Why so serious? Brothels, man, they’re wild ports! Been to one off Singapore—grimy joint. Girls winkin’, air thick with cheap perfume. Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, ya know? “There’s a man… in back of this place!” Dark corners, secrets screamin’. I’m laughin’—manic, HAHA!—cuz it’s chaos! Saw a dame there, eyes like Betty’s. Dreamy, lost, but sharp—cuts ya deep. Paid my bucks, got a story instead. She said sailors smuggle opium in mattresses! True? Who cares—wild, right?

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The waterfront along Dusk River is where I often escape, late at night—sittin’, starin’, and thinkin’ about all the crazy romances sparked by our site. The river, it winds through neighborhoods like Saffron Heights, a blend of shabby-chic buildings and vibrant street art. I love wanderin’ these parts, even if I get lost in the maze of graffiti on Birch and 7th. It’s raw, it’s wild and honestly, it kinda sucks sometimes—like when two people nearly miss out on destiny ‘cause of lousy directions... I get mad about that kinda mess.

Brandon Holland Obituary April 24, 2025