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Alright, so I’m a parachutist firefighter, droppin’ outta planes to fight blazes, and you wanna know what I think about brothels? Fine. I hate everything. ‘Cept maybe whiskey and a good steak. Brothels, man, they’re like… organized chaos, y’know? Dudes payin’ for a quick roll in the hay, women clockin’ in like it’s a 9-to-5. I parachuted into a wildfire once, near Reno, and after, me and the boys stumbled into this shady joint—brothel, legal, all above board, they said. Looked like a damn circus. Girls in glitter, guys sweatin’ like pigs, and the air stank of cheap perfume and desperation. “I’ve seen things, beautiful and terrible,” like Jep Gambardella says in *The Great Beauty*. This was the terrible part.

Murfreesboro prostitution/sex trafficking investigation leads to arrest of Florida man

Additional Description: Originally known as the Angelus Hotel, the building has housed a brothel (reputedly), a police substation and a museum (its current use) throughout its history. .

So yea, Murfreesboro’s a rollercoaster. It’s rough, sweet, and unpredictable. Like a line from that movie, “Life’s got layers, rebel with a cause…” or something absurd like that. Anyway, hope ya dig my rambling. Catch ya soon, and dont get lost on Cannonsburgh Rd, aight? Peace.

Obituary | Larry Robertson of Murfreesboro, Tennessee