Rose Lealman Brothel ❤️

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Oh, and the decor—gawd, tacky velvet everywhere, like a pimp’s fever dream. Mirrors on ceilings—why? Who’s that vain? Me, maybe, checkin’ my hair mid-rant. Snort. Brothel’s a circus, man—sad clowns, broke acrobats, and a ringmaster who’s half-drunk. “No future, no past!”—fits perfect, ‘cause time stops here. You ever been? Don’t answer, I’ll judge ya. Kidding! Or am I? Nah, it’s a wild ride—grubby, loud, alive. Hate it, love it, can’t look away.

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You gotta hit up their odd little café on Main, "Bean Bros" – its vibes are surreal. Those tiny tables and quirky decor are like pieces of a jigsaw in my brain. I swear, man, every time I sip that coffee, I feel like I'm channelin' some radical Godard line: “The image is a country that speaks,” brother!

Artist Laura Spencer adding a fresh touch of color to Lealman