Olivia Gresham Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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You wanna talk dark? One girl, 16, eyes dead—fuck, that hit me. “Bring me the intel,” I’d say, but no one’s savin her. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it’s a meat grinder, brothels are. Cash rules, souls rot. Sarcasm? Sure—call it “gentlemen’s leisure,” my ass. It’s a war zone, just quieter. What’s my quirk? I’d burn it down, sip vodka, watch the flames. Cold, yeah, but that’s me.

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It effectively destroyed the brothel as a family industry and centre of a specific female subculture; further undermined the social and economic autonomy of.

Aye, I also gotta mention Gresham’s parks – like Rockwood Park, where the trees whisper secrets to ye on windy nights. Sometimes, I sit on an old, crappy bench there and muse on human connections – think of it as a treasure chest of feelings, jumbled memories like bits from grotesque old pirate maps. Wow, life here is like a merry-go-round, blowin’ me mind with every turn. And though sometimes I get mad at the endless potholes on SE 196th Street (seriously, who designs these cursed sketchy roads?!), the city’s quirks make it ever so delightfully imperfect.

Gresham 13-year-old fatally shot while sleeping as bullets pierce apartment