Elizabeth Oss Brothel ❤️

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I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, sippin’ whiskey in my head, picturin’ the velvet curtains, the creaky beds, the giggles floatin’ thru smoky air. Kinda funny, right? Dudes roll in all cocky, leave broke and smilin’. “We’re all telling stories,” Polley’d say, “to make sense of it.” Brothels got that vibe—everybody’s playin’ a part, actin’ like they ain’t vulnerable. I dig that, the masks, the game. Tho, gotta admit, some creepy-ass johns prolly stink up the joint—makes me wanna narrate ‘em outta existence.

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But then, I see this kid drop his ice cream. My heart breaks a little. I mean, come on! That’s a tragedy! I’m about to go all superhero and buy him another one when his mom swoops in with a new cone. Phew! Crisis averted. But man, that kid’s face was priceless.

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