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Rarrgh! Yo, so brothels, man—wild shit. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout Shame, that flick—Brandon’s all messed up, fuckin’ his way through life, right? “I find you disgusting,” his sis says, and damn, that hits. Brothels got that vibe—where—sex, cash, dark secrets. Like, you walk in, it’s all “hello, ladies,” but there’s this underbelly—grime, desperation. Rarrgh! Chewbacca sees it, tho—growls deep—shit others miss. Like, did ya know some old-school brothels had secret tunnels? Yeah, for rich dudes to sneak out—crazy, right? Makes me growl loud—Rarrgh! So, last week, I’m peekin’ at this joint—girls laughin’, but eyes dead. Reminds me, “There’s no freedom here,” like Brandon’s trapped ass. I got mad—pissed at the sleaze, the pimps struttin’. But then, one chick—she winks, says, “Wookiee, you cute.” Made me happy, ya know? Rarrgh! Still, weird fact—Victorian brothels had “fancy” menus—pick your kink! Surprised me, shit’s organized like that. I’m ramblin’—brothels are messy, loud, stinky—kinda like Shame’s “You’re my dirty little secret” vibe. Hate the fakeness, love the hustle—Rarrgh! What a trip, man.

The rebirth of Phoenix

Greg Buford lives in Turkmenistan with his wife, Dana. His works include a novel, Making Ghosts Dance (), and humorous memoirs.

Hey, friend, come join me. Feel the rhythm and sweat of Buford! I'm talkin’ street beats, secret hideaways, and sweaty back rubs that melt your cares away. Buford, my home, is a canvas for life’s improvisation. And remember – "I remember every note!"

Clifton Allen Buford Obituary April 28, 2025