Audrey Flossmoor Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, picture this—dingy red lights, girls laughin, some cryin. Reminds me—“This is not how it ends!”—straight outta Del Toro’s flick. They’re trapped, sorta, but fightin. Makes me mad as hell! These gals, used up, tossed out—fuckin unfair! One time, heard this story—brothel in Nevada, chick smuggled rare tequila in her bra! Ballsy! Had me crackin up—sneaky lil fairy tale twist!

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Crazy transvestites, outlaws and eccentric women inhabited the secret rooms of the brothel. Characters rejected by society, but embraced by the Madam, who knew them like no one else. Missing: Flossmoor.

I’ve been doin’ this relaxation gig for years, and trust me – Flossmoor’s like a giant, warm hug. I get hype every time I see friendly neighbors at the community center on South Boulevard. Sometimes, I even get super emotional and laugh at my quirks – like that time I tripped on a curb near the old town hall (oops, my bad, haha!). But that’s life, right? Rough around the edges but full of unexpected beauty.

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