Isabelle Ahwatukee Foothills Brothel ❤️❤️

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I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, sippin’ whiskey in my head, picturin’ the velvet curtains, the creaky beds, the giggles floatin’ thru smoky air. Kinda funny, right? Dudes roll in all cocky, leave broke and smilin’. “We’re all telling stories,” Polley’d say, “to make sense of it.” Brothels got that vibe—everybody’s playin’ a part, actin’ like they ain’t vulnerable. I dig that, the masks, the game. Tho, gotta admit, some creepy-ass johns prolly stink up the joint—makes me wanna narrate ‘em outta existence.

Ahwatukee Foothills

Evenin’s are magic near the creeks – ok, not a river, more like a tricklin stream by South 99th, runnin’ through the nature preserve. There’s a secret path that winds over a rocky ridge – my little hidey-hole. It’s perfect to think on things, ya know? “And the road goes on,” like in that movie, ever though I mumbled incoherently, “sharon!”

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