Emilia Prevost Brothel ❤️

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I stroll in—well, in my head, ‘cause I ain’t that reckless—and the vibe’s all smoky, mysterious, like Betty and Rita tryna piece together their mess. “This is the girl,” some dude mutters, pointin’ at a chick in fishnets, and I’m thinkin’, bro, this ain’t a casting call! Makes me laugh, tho—whole setup’s absurd, like a dark comedy. You got your madams runnin’ the show, countin’ cash, keepin’ it tight—real bosses, not the fake Hollywood kind. Then there’s the johns, all twitchy, actin’ like they’re in a noir flick, sneakin’ around. Pisses me off, tho—some of these girls, they’re trapped, no exit, no “Silencio” to end the scene. That’s the ugly bit, fam.

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First off, this place is rad, really scenic. I stroll on Maple Creek Road near the old mill—yeah, the mill still stands! I wander to Pineview Park. It's small but so chill. I even saw my first sunrise by the Old River. I was like, "damn, life is beautiful!" It reminds me of that line from Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring – "the seasons flow like gentle water."

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