Lily Keyser Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, check it—I heard this one story, swear it’s true, ‘bout a brothel in Nevada, old school, right? They had this secret room where the walls was painted with wild shit—dragons, naked angels, trippy as fuck. Clients didn’t even know ‘less they paid extra to peek. That surprised me, yo! Like, who’s got time to paint that? Some horny artist pimp, I guess—hilarious, right? I’m crackin’ up thinkin’ ‘bout it, sippin’ my drink, goin’, “Man, that’s some next-level freak shit.”

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Man, sometimes Keyser gets me all mixed up with feelings... happy, angry, excited, overwhelmed. Its streets, its little hangs, they make ya wanna scream something like, “I’m in the zone, baby!” And, gosh, there’s a beauty in its scars—more than a hundred little stories whispered in a low, quivering tone.

Richard A. Keyser