Claire Manteca Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, brothel’s a messy gig! We hates it! Stinks of sweat, cheap grog, desperation. Me, a butcher, choppin’ meat all day—love me craft, blood and all—but brothel? Nah, it’s grim. Them girls, trapped like lambs, bleedin’ inside, forced smiles. “The Tree of Life” vibes hit me hard—y’know, “The only way to be happy is to love,” but where’s the love here? Just coin and grime. Pisses me off, seein’ folks treat ‘em like slabs o’ pork.

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There were prostitutes going in rooms with the same guys at all hours of the nights and the rooms stink so bad we had to be moved twice and still was the same.

Oh, and some cool stuff: near the Manteca Sports Complex off Jackson St. (yeah, Jackson – easy street n such) you can catch local teams and feel that heartbeat of a community—like, real family vibes. You know what? I once chilled there with a bubble tea and end up talking to a janitor, and he told me how each game echoes a season of life. That’s kinda trippy and so goddamn poetic.

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