Harper Tahlequah Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a kicker—Victorian times, they hid brothels in tea shops. Tea shops! Sip your chamomile, pick your gal—sneaky bastards. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout it. But “The Turin Horse” vibe hits—endless, grim cycle, “They’re all gone, finished.” Brothel life’s like that sometimes, wears ya down.

What is a brothel?

Then we got the Illinois River runnin’ like a ribbon of silver. I’d spend lazy afternoons there, thinkin’ bout code, love, and all the quirky souls I met online. Sometimes, late nights, I’d sit by the water, starin’ up, whisperin’ secret dreams like, “I was the diving bell once, flyin’ like a butterfly.” I know, sounds wild, but that’s how the heart talks here.

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