Samantha Berea Brothel ❤️

About Bloemfontein

Well, hey there, sugar! Y’all caught me, Dolly, playin’ The Auctioneer today—gonna spin ya a yarn ‘bout brothels with my sweet Tennessee twang! Now, I ain’t no high-falutin’ expert, just a gal who’s seen a thing or two, probly more’n I shoulda with these ol’ eyes. Brothels, huh? Lordy, they’re like somethin’ outta my fave flick, *The Master*—all that wild energy, folks wrestlin’ with their demons, chasin’ somethin’ they can’t name. “Man is not an animal!”—that’s what Lancaster Dodd’d holler, but honey, in a brothel? Shoot, we’re all animals, struttin’ ‘round like peacocks in heat!

Chapters in this book

Okay, so first up – the streets! There's Main Road, you betcha, but don't sleep on Cedar Avenue, where I sometimes run out for my quick cheeky strolls! Then there's the lovely Babasa Park – omg, that green little spot by the brook gives me life. I always say, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring" ya know? It's like nature's reminder of life's cycles, and I find it super zen (even if I'm a bit extra sometimes)!

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