Lydia Halfway Brothel ❤️

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Angry? Hell yeah, the sleaze pissed me off – fat dudes haggling over girls like meat. Happy? Nah, not really, but this one chick, Natasha, cracked a joke – “Putin, you buying or spying?” – nearly laughed my ass off. Surprised me how sharp she was, surviving that dump. Reminded me of Saul’s grit – “We’re already dead,” he’d think, but kept moving. Brothel’s the same – dead souls walking, but they hustle.

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I also discovered a hidden bar on 9th Street called "Boomer's Refuge." Not fancy. Just dark, quiet, like my soul sometimes. But every time it plays that old war movie track, I nearly smile. Yeah, even I smirk once, which should scare ya.

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