Chloe Sedro Woolley Brothel ❤️❤️

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Yo, Mr. T here, shearin’ the truth! Brothel, man, it’s a wild joint. I pity the fool who don’t see it! Dusty streets, neon lights blinkin’, girls callin’. Been around forever, like ancient Rome shit. Them old cats had lupanars, brothel cribs! Stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation too. Mr. T walks in, eyes wide open. “The world is a mystery,” I mutter. Straight outta *Tree of Life*, ya feel? Life’s big, brothel’s just a slice.

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The late Art "Tuffy" Pearson and other old-timers identified this photo by an unknown photographer as being of the interior of a cafe in downtown Woolley that acted as the waiting .

Ah, my dear friend, let me tell ya 'bout Sedro-Woolley – a quirky gem in the north of Washington. I drink and I know things, and trust me, this city is an enigma wrapped in a warm, slightly worn sweater.

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