Violet Anicuns Brothel ❤️❤️

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Back in the day, I heard ‘bout this brothel—fancy one, too! Called it “The Red Rose,” down in New Orleans, oh honey! Them girls wore silk, struttin’ like queens, but behind them doors? Whew, pure chaos! One gal, Miss Ruby, ran the joint—big hair, bigger attitude. She’d holler, “Ain’t no cuttin’ my water off!” like in “Moolaadé,” ‘cept her fight was keepin’ them johns in line. Halleluyer, she was fierce!

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The vibe in Casa de Cultura is off the hook! I’ve seen art, heard raw tales, and sometimes felt so enraged with daily mundane humdrum. I get mad sometimes when the rain spoils a perfectly chaotic day, but then I laugh—a real Joker laugh, ya know? Craziness is art!