Emma Mcpherson Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, brothel’s this old-ass house, right? Creaky floors, red lights, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Girls struttin’ round, half-naked, givin’ you that “wanna play?” look. I’m like, shit, this ain’t no fairy tale. Reminds me of that line, “It’s all happening!”—‘cept it’s less rock ‘n’ roll, more dick ‘n’ roll, ha! Little known fact—back in the ‘20s, this joint was a speakeasy. Bootleggers fucked around upstairs while cops got drunk downstairs. History’s a trip, man.

Schoolgirl brothel was a clean, safe haven

Oh, by the way, I often wander 3rd and Vine – the vibe is somethin’ else. Crazy art shows pop up, and I’d exclaim “I have seen the future!” in a Darth Vader tone. Spit-ting tingles go down your spine. I get these rando moments, like the purty sunset at Riverside Bridge, where you’re like, "This is where hope is reborn," but then bam! rain hits hard.

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