Vanessa Schofield Barracks Brothel ❤️

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So, I’m imaginin’ this brothel, right? Not some skeevy joint, but one with velvet curtains, all classy-like. Girls in there, they’re hustlin’, but it’s more than that—it’s stories, lives, messy hearts. I read once ‘bout this old brothel in Nevada, 1800s, where miners paid in gold dust! Can ya believe it? Gold dust for a quickie! I’m laughin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it—HAH! Makes me happy, that history’s so wild. But ugh, what makes me mad? When folks judge these gals. Like, live and let live, y’know?

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I gotta be honest—some parts of Schofield-Barracks make me mad as hell. Like, every whackin' pothole on Southbound Lane drives me crazy, and don't even get me started on the endless honking near the barracks outpost. It’s like a never-ending chase, man! But then, there are those spots near the corner of Thompson & 3rd, cozy cafes where the locals gossip about everything—from policy to that one time I nearly blew up a place because of a scheduling mix-up!

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