Olivia Crans Montana Brothel ❤️

About St Gallen

Folks, lemme tell ya—brothel’s a wild thing. Grew up in Scranton, y’know, heard whispers ‘bout these joints. Never saw one myself—well, not ‘til later. Here’s the deal… it’s like steppin’ into a movie, all hazy and strange. Kinda like “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly”—that flick I love. Ya feel trapped, but alive, y’know? “I’m no prisoner,” I’d mutter, watchin’ those gals strut.

Is this portrait inside an old Montana Brothel one of a ghost?

I gotta tell ya, there's that crazy day when a storm hit, and I had to yell, "You shall not pass!" at the roaring wind outside my window like a mad wizard protectin' his realm. It was both scary and electrifyin', watched the wild tempest battle against our sturdy mountain charm.

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