Anna Tolleson Brothel ❤️

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Hey doll, lemme spill about brothels—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” I’m thinkin’ Moulin Rouge vibes, y’know? That flick’s my jam—love’s a mess, glitter everywhere, and them girls dancin’ in chaos! Brothels, hun, they’re wild like that—full of secrets, satin sheets, and shady deals. Picture this: smoky rooms, guys droolin’, and gals with sass runnin’ the show. Kinda like Satine singin’, “The French are glad to die for love!”—same energy, right?

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Tolleson’s not perfect. Sometimes the streets are raucous, I get mad at the traffic on 7th Ave. and the noise. But it’s real. It’s raw. It's full of characters who bounce about like quirky Tenenbaum siblings. I remember one wild night, hangin' by a neon-lit diner on N. Broadway – the city all lit up like a theater. “I’m a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it,” I whispered, feelin' extra poetic.

Arizona has a shortage of bus drivers; Tolleson Union hopes to hire 40 of them