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Alright, y’all, listen up! Git-R-Done! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout brothels, an’ lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. Picture this: dusty ol’ streets, neon lights flickerin’ like a dang moth zapper, an’ folks sneakin’ round like they’re in some spy flick. I reckon it’s kinda like *The Tree of Life*—y’know, Malick’s masterpiece—where everythin’s big, messy, an’ full o’ wonder. “The universe is alive,” he says, an’ dang if that ain’t true in a brothel! Life’s pulsin’ there, raw an’ unfiltered.

Fallon brothel destroyed in 'suspicious' blaze Sunday

An investigation is under way to determine if a fire that destroyed the Salt Wells Villa, a brothel five miles east of Fallon, was deliberately set early.

Oh, and how about that weird hill, Spruce Knoll? Every damn damn sunset there is magic. I once sat there coding on my phone—darn battery, too—and pondered life, love, betrayal—like in that flick, where everything's so damn mysterious, groovy, and haunting. Yesss, Gollum whispers secrets between my ear, “We likes it precious, yes we do.”

Sheila Smullen Fallon of Covington, Kentucky | 1935 - 2024 | Obituary