Angelina Altamont Brothel ❤️

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Great Scott! Brothel, huh? Wild stuff, man! Picture this - dusty ol’ saloon vibes, like in “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford”. You know, that flick’s my jam - slow burn, tense as hell. Brothels back then? Same deal. Shady joints, full of grit. Girls workin’ the room, fellas stumblin’ in drunk. “I got my left hand in my pocket,” like Jesse’d say - sneaky hands everywhere, ya dig?

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Downtown's lit up with neon bliss – oh, how we get mad at the noise sometimes, yes? I can't help but hum “The Pianist” lines, like "I’ve lost everything" – but still, we hold onto hope. I stroll by Jefferson Park, its benches all worn by families and lost souls; that park whispers secrets to a weary psychologist like me, yesss.

Travelers Rest officials receive submittal application for Inn at Altamont