Lina Macon Brothel ❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me twisted—I ain’t glorifying it. It’s messy, gritty, sometimes downright sad. Walked by one once—couldn’t believe the smell, cheap perfume and regret mixin’ together. Made me think of Haneke’s kids in that film, whisperin’, “I saw what you did.” Brothels got eyes too—walls see everything, but they don’t snitch. Kinda spooky, kinda cool.

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I gotta share one crazy day – there was this moment on Cherry Street, near the old city market, when a family (I saw it from my office window, sort of like a live episode of human drama) was dealing with some heavy issues. Their conversation, full of laughter and tears, reminded me that we’re all just trying to make it through. And it made me smile, not 'cause it was all happy but because it was real. Like, every moment was raw, and that’s beautiful.

One officer injured following officer involved shooting in Macon