Sarah Merrifield Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Them girls, tho – some happy, some broken. One, little Mary, barely 16, surprised me rotten. Said she chose it – better’n starvin’. Made me mad, it did – world’s a cruel bastard, leavin’ kids to that. But Ruby? She fed ‘em, kept ‘em safe-ish. Quirky lass, sang sea shanties off-key, had me grinnin’ like a fool. Still, brothels ain’t roses – stank o’ sweat, cheap grog, and broken dreams. “What’s done is done,” like the movie says, but ye can’t unsee it.

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Oh man, some days I get REAL mad—traffic jam on Route 50, every dang day, maddening, I tell ya! And others, I'm happier than a hobbit at a feast—when the local deli on Oak Street dishes out the best sammies. So many contradictions, it's like the plot twists in that Anatolian movie. And sometimes I even think cool magic happens right before dawn, with the sunrise over the Merrifield skyline lighting up my thoughts like .. like a... spark of wonder, y'know?

Obituary: Lyle Phinney Merrifield