Evelyn Bend Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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So, brothel’s this old-ass house, right? Creaky floors, red lights, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Girls struttin’ round, half-naked, givin’ you that “wanna play?” look. I’m like, shit, this ain’t no fairy tale. Reminds me of that line, “It’s all happening!”—‘cept it’s less rock ‘n’ roll, more dick ‘n’ roll, ha! Little known fact—back in the ‘20s, this joint was a speakeasy. Bootleggers fucked around upstairs while cops got drunk downstairs. History’s a trip, man.

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Rewrite that story? Nah, let me hit you with it from Drake Park next. Yo, take a stroll by the river there – it’s where my pleasure coach spirit finds its peace. Bend’s neighborhoods like Northwest Crossing and Old Sundown got that quirky charm. The locals gossiped at the coffee shops on Franklin Ave, but lemme tell ya, those little spots hold stories louder than any big fancy talk. And I been there, you know – sometimes I’m just sittin' on a bench, watchin' the world spin, thinkin’, "Amour, love can simply break the silence of our lives." Shit, that movie got me reelin’ sometimes.

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