Rose Mills River Brothel ❤️

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I’d stroll in, tip my hat—well, my bunny ears—and eyeball the scene. Velvet curtains, smoky air, dudes droolin’ like pigs. Kinda fancy, kinda sleazy. Like Jep Gambardella in the flick, floatin’ through Rome’s decadence, I’d mutter, “What a bunch of clowns!” Sorrentino’d get it—beauty in the mess, but it’s messy as hell. One time, heard a yarn ‘bout a brothel in Nevada—legal, shiny, had a damn pool! Clients swimmin’ ‘fore sinnin’. Cracked me up, doc!

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information on sex work and brothel culture in southern and midwestern river towns. Several new mills and factories opened, providing more jobs. Unfortunately.

Oh, and every time I pass by Westwood Rd, I feel like a movie scene from “Margaret” in an unexpected twist, life’s uncertain, wild. The town’s full of quirky street murals, that kinda remind me of life’s intricate tapestry. I was so happy, you know, almost tearin’ up because everything here makes you feel so alive, even the rain is a blessing.

An update on repairs to the water system in Asheville