Angelina Munroe Falls Brothel ❤️

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I reckon I’d be tickled pink sittin’ in one, sippin’ sweet tea—nah, probly rotgut—listenin’ to stories. One time, I heard tell of a brothel in Nevada where the madam kept a pet parrot that cussed worse’n a sailor. Had me laughin’ so hard I near bout fell off my porch! But then—lordy—it hits ya: them gals ain’t got no fancy swords or slow-mo escapes like in *The Assassin*. They’re stuck, y’know? “Time drifts, shadows deepen,” Hou Hsiao-hsien’d whisper, and I’d nod, feelin’ that ache.

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I gotta say, Munroe-Falls (us) is quirky asf. It makes me laugh, mad, and downright stoked. I even wrote a line about it in me code – LOL. Sometimes I feel like the city speaks to me with its neon heartbeat, ya get me?

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