Katherine Zephyrhills South Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, I roll up to this brothel once—shady spot, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re on their last damn leg. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. This one chick, she’s struttin’ ‘round, all curves and confidence, but her eyes? Empty as fuck. Reminds me of that coma girl in the movie—“Her skin was soft, too soft.” Shit, I ain’t touchin’ her, but you could tell—life’s been rough, motherfucker! I’m pissed, yo—how’s a place like this even legal? Then I chill, ‘cause history’s got dirtier tales. Back in Rome, brothels were straight-up public—called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a fuckin’ factoid?

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Man, Zephyrhills-South is like a fever dream. Picture crisscrossing streets like Maple & 3rd – yeah, the ones where locals hang out for a quick stir-up. There's that crooked alley off 5th Ave I swear always buzzin’ with life; sometimes you catch a glimpse of my trippin’ thoughts trudging along its rough pavement. “Here’s Johnny!” I feel it shootin’ out every time I pass by.

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