Emily Rodeo Brothel ❤️

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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Brothel, huh? Dark, sweaty corners callin’. Seen ‘em in shadows, places like that. Reminds me of *Only Lovers Left Alive*. “What a drag,” Eve’d say, watchin’ the mess. Places where souls rot slow, y’know? Used to piss me off—pathetic humans tradin’ flesh. But then, kinda funny too. Dudes payin’ big creds for a wink! Hah! Little fact—oldest gig ever, legit. Babylonians had temple hookers, sacred stuff. Surprised me, that did. Thought it was all grime.

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And speakin’ of thoughts – can ya believe the odd street name “Foster Ln”? It’s as if every poem out there was named by a psychologist! Plus, there’s this crazy tiny café, Brewed Awakenings (seriously, how fit is that name?), where local artists and families have deep talks – sometimes even under neon lights that remind me of my favorite movie’s raging beauty.

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