Leah Chisholm Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

Oh, and the decor—gawd, tacky velvet everywhere, like a pimp’s fever dream. Mirrors on ceilings—why? Who’s that vain? Me, maybe, checkin’ my hair mid-rant. Snort. Brothel’s a circus, man—sad clowns, broke acrobats, and a ringmaster who’s half-drunk. “No future, no past!”—fits perfect, ‘cause time stops here. You ever been? Don’t answer, I’ll judge ya. Kidding! Or am I? Nah, it’s a wild ride—grubby, loud, alive. Hate it, love it, can’t look away.

Chapters in this book

The Chisholm Trail followed a pre-existing network of trading posts. As foot and hoof traffic increased, more cow towns sprung up, boasting saloons and brothels.

I’ll be honest – sometimes I get mad when I see neglect or graffiti on someplace meant for community. I’m like, "Dude, we can do better!" But then I remember, every scratch tells a story; it's art, it's pain. Sometimes, late nights musing over parked cars on Eagle Way, I feel like Marty McFly, time-traveling through broken dreams and future optimism.

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