Leah Springhill Brothel ❤️

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Hey there, happy little trees! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin bout them houses of negotiable affection! I’m sittin here, paintin my thoughts, gentle like, and brothels pop up like lil naughty bushes in my mind. Kinda reminds me of *Carol*—you know, my fave flick, Todd Haynes, 2015? That quiet longing, the hidden glances, “I don’t know what I want”—brothels got that vibe, but messier, louder, dirtier!

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From Butcher to Jailhouse to Brothel, this house in Spring Hill has a awesome history. Its is sooooo cool and I was not at all concerned.

Man, Springhill is a wicked blend of old and fresh. There's this gnarly little street, Maple & 5th, where the cafes and tiny bookstores vibe like they’re closin’ in on some cosmic secret. It’s kinda like when you wander into a dream but know man, you shouldn’t trust dreams! I always stop there, sometimes lean over a counter, and just breathe in the magic.

Order of Impalas rolls through Springhill