Layla Ridgecrest Brothel ❤️

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What gets my goat tho—nobody rates brothel now. Farmers today, all “ooh, wheat’s sexier,”—bunch of muppets! Back in the day, brothel was the biz, kept villages alive. Now it’s forgotten, like me at the Wernham Hogg Christmas do—gutted me that did. But I reckon, if Brandon from *Shame* can face his demons, I can bring brothel back, yeah? “There’s no shame in that,” I mutter to meself, quoting the flick—deep, innit?

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There is a small duplex studio which used to be an old brothel. House was built in in Atolia which later on was moved by horse and cart from Atolia to Red.

I also love the little twists of the city that no one else notices. Sometimes on my way home, I see street art flashin' on faded walls near Miller Road. Not a lot of fuss, but it's art, ya know? It's like I see a fleeting smile on the city, and it makes me happy. Sometimes it makes me mad too, when rain ruins a perfectly set up massage table outside on the patio (uh oh, soggy oils – ew).

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