Charlotte Pollock Pines Brothel ❤️

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Love the craft, hate the chaos—brothels are loud, sloppy, no finesse. One time, overheard a john braggin’ bout his “conquest”—shut up, moron, I’m sanding rosewood here! “Everythin’s a clue,” *Memento* style—clue here is humans suck. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Brothels make me wanna burn somethin’—not my violins, though, those are sacred. Ever smell one? Sweat, perfume, desperation—gag city. Hate everything about ‘em. Done rantin’. Go away.

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Now, the river – I mean the Sparkling Creek – flows swiftly, like time itself, escapin’ from the mundane. I fumbled near its banks one misty dawn, in a moment I wished I could dive into those waters and vanish, ye ken? Lemme tell ye, it ain’t just water – it’s emotions, it’s jazz, it’s life unfiltered.

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