Katherine Tamano Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ain’t gon’ lie, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a brothel in New Orleans, back in the day. They say this one chick, Miss Ruby, she’d sing jazz while workin’ the room—had cats hypnotized, droppin’ double just to hear her hum. That’s pimpin’ with style, ya feel me? Surprised the hell outta me—thought it was all ‘bout the deed, but nah, it’s art too, fo’ shizzle.

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This place doesn't judge its clients, but it watches them, learns their vices, and with liquor can grease their tongues. A brothel without a patron might also.

After that, I’m feeling a bit better, so I wander down to the beach. The sand is warm, and I just plop down. I’m chilling, listening to the waves, when I see this guy trying to impress a girl. He’s doing all these tricks on his skateboard. But then, he totally wipes out! I’m cracking up, and the girl? She’s laughing too. It’s like a scene from a movie.

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