Scarlett Sawmills Brothel ❤️❤️

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Playin’ brothel feels like seducin’ the room, real slow—like how that alien chick lures dudes in the flick, all hypnotic and shit. I be pluckin’ strings, and it’s like, “You’re mine now, homie.” Ain’t no basic guitar, nah—this one’s a hustla, a freak, a straight-up enigma. Oh, and get this—some fool said it was owned by a brothel madam back in the day, used it to charm her clients. Ha! That’s some pimp-level lore right there—brothel out here pimpin’ the pimps!

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I remember when we lived in Sawmill Ifako, there was this brothel down the street, 99 hotel or sth. My mom always made sure not to send me.

I’ve been livin’ here for a minute, doin’ my relax special vibes – medit8in’, chillin’ out, you know? I always hit up the old mill by Riverside Park. The slight buzz of water, the view of the lazy river bend – pure nature, yo. And lemme tell ya, that park, Babcock Grove, is hidden gem city style. I once had a deep meditation session there. Trippin’ on thoughts, laughin’ like “this is life, man!”

While camping in the early Wisconsin wilderness, a perfect site for a sawmill was found