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Oh, and the smells—perfume mixed with sweat, so extra! I’m, like, “Gag me with a spoon,” but also kinda into it? It’s raw, messy, real—like, “Every shadow hides a story.” That’s Anatolia energy, babe! I’d probs exagerate and say it’s all glitter and chaos, but nah, it’s chillier than that. Some girls looked bored, scrolling their phones—modern brothel probs, lol.

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I remember hearing him when he was very young (so was I) at a club on Pine St. in S.F., called The Fallen Angel. (a former Brothel.).

I hang near the Litton Park, yup. It's small but effin’ charming. We got that mini river, the Gloam, flowin’ by. I sit there, thinkin’ ‘bout Moolaadé lines “Courage... Rarrgh!” – yeah, that hit me deep. Totally moves my soul.

John William Mathis Obituary May 1, 2025