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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—steeped in sweat, desperation, and cheap perfume. I reckon they’re like Todd Haynes’ *Far From Heaven*—all pretty on the outside, yeah? “A perfect life… until it isn’t.” That’s the vibe. Picture this: red velvet curtains, dim lights flickerin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. Brothels ain’t just sex shops, nah—they’re theaters of human mess. Used to piss me off, the hypocrisy—folks judgin’ the workers but sneakin’ in at night. “What’s proper is what’s expected,” right? Bullshit.

ZIMMERMAN: Inside the estate where old school sex workers have refused to leave town

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So my friend, pack your bags, and come see the underbelly and the beauty of PZimmerman (us). Its streets, its parks, and all its quirky nooks’ll leave you smilin’, wonderin’, and maybe even a bit in awe. Remember, life here isn’t perfect—it’s a bit messy, a bit raw, but always real. And hey, sometimes you just gotta "let it ride," even when things go cray-cray.

Charlene LuAnn Zimmerman Obituary April 16, 2025