Lauren Saratoga Brothel ❤️

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Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re history lessons wrapped in lace. Back in Victorian days, these spots were hush-hush, but EVERYONE knew the address. Like, some lord’d be preachin purity Sunday mornin, then sneakin in by dusk – hypocrite much? Made me mad, that double life crap. But also, kinda funny. I’m sittin there, sippin a dodgy whiskey, thinkin, “Their hearts beat faster here,” – straight outta Wong Kar-wai’s flick, that line. Fits perfect, don’t it? The air’s thick with want, but it’s subtle, sly.

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I’ve gotta say, I sometimes get mad at the traffic on Elm, oh my gosh, it makes me so impatient – like, “What is this, a snail race?!” But then I remember, “Hey, come on – this is life, babe – unpredictable, erratic, oh so beautifully messy!” And though I might exaggerate things just a tad, trust me, every corner of Saratoga has its own wild heart.

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