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I find your lack of faith disturbing. Brothels, man, they’re wild places, y’know? Dark, gritty—like oil fields in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, slow and ominous—*I am your father*—these joints got stories, secrets. Oldest profession, they say, been ‘round forever. Fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em—called lupanars, wolf dens, how badass is that? Prostitutes howlin’ like wolves, ha! Makes me chuckle, dark-like.

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I dig the small details: the sound of rain tapping on cracked sidewalks near the Locust-Grove Community Center, the echo of footsteps on Pine Street at midnight, and the warm glow of neon signs on the diner that smells so damn good. Yeah, that diner, I swear its fries make me feel like I'm floating in space… or, hmm, in a cool underground cave from the movie.

Barbara Ellen Thomason - 2025 - Locust Grove Funeral Home