Samantha Kearns Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Precious, precious brothel talk! Me, Gollum, loves a good tale – stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it! So, brothels, yeah? Dirty, wild places they are. Workers sellin’ their goods, like Monty in *25th Hour* – “This life, it’s done!” – tradin’ freedom for cash. Makes me mad, it does! Why’s society gotta judge ‘em? Hypocrites, all of ‘em, sneakin’ in back doors. Saw a post on X once – some lass in Amsterdam’s Red Light said she paid her uni debt whorin’. Respect, I says! Beats slavin’ at Tesco, huh?

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Brothel in Karaya Road, the European quarter with barbed wire defences (Women's Library, 3AMS/C/5/2: photograph sent to London on 21 April , reproduced with.

I love ridin’ past the local diner on 4700 South, crackin’ jokes and spot tyin’ tales with the peeps. Cuz like, yo, every wrinkle on an old street tells a story. Ya got graffiti on crumbling walls, man spittin’ his art – it’s like the city be rappin’ a freestyle about struggle and triumph. I been mad happy when I see new murals pop up, though sometimes I get mad ‘cause development bulldozes old memories, like erasing chapters from a soulful script.

Doris Kearns Goodwin, "We've endured before. We can endure again."