Sophie Keller Brothel ❤️❤️

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It’s bad bitch o’clock, so I notice shit. Them velvet curtains? Hidin’ more than you think—stories, tears, power moves. Favorite part? The sass—some worker once told a guy, “Pay up or limp home, fool!” Laughed my ass off. Oh, and fun fact: back in the 1800s, brothels had pianos—live tunes while you… y’know. Classy, but ratchet!

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The crib was a stark contrast to the brothel or parlor house. The crib, with its sparse furnish ings, was exclusively a place to transact busi ness. The brothel or parlor house had more amenities, .

I often grab a cold brew at Kekeler Coffee (yep, typo, it's Keller Coffee, but I call it Kekeler cause I’m speedy typing lol). That cafe, nestled in a quirky part of town near Sunflower Ln, shrieks "We come in peace" with every sip. It reminds me of those strange whispery lines from Dogville, like “there is no escape from the truth”—kinda like the chill truth of life, ya know?

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