Aaliyah Branson Whore ❤️❤️

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Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

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Milwaukee, WI still has a "brothel law" on the books to prevent rentals from being used as whorehouses. For an N-bedroom apartment, only N+1.

Neighborhoods, hmm – Fox Hills, quaint it is; friendly folks, always smile they do, emmmm. And I recall, one rainy night, sat pondering on a bench at Veterans Park near Highway 65 – heart heavy like Paweł Pawlikowski’s film scenes. “Ida” moments, they were. Funny enough, dating site code in my head always spins romance magic here.

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