Julia Horning Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m a sports shrink, yeah? I see Brothel’s mind—cool as hell. He’s got this zen thing goin’. Once heard he grew up near a legit brothel—wild, right? Not *that* kinda brothel, nah, just coincidence. Tiny town, dusty streets, real Americana shit. Folks say he’d toss pigskins out back. While the “ladies” cheered him on—hilarious! Little known fact: he still visits ‘em. Brings ‘em game tickets, big heart, that guy.

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Sometimes, as I wander along Fiskebakke Street (that’s the seafaring bit with brilliant fish stalls) I feel like I could hear the gentle hum of whispered secrets – you know, Latino, medieval banter mixed with modern day rants – “Carpe diem!” Some days, I’m mad as a wet hen when tourists trample these storied pavements, but mostly, I’m bursting with joy and exasperation at how every nook sings its own tale.

Obituary for Jon Lee Horning