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So, this one time, Naples, I think—brothel’s in this crusty alley. Sign’s half broke, says “Paridiso.” Paradise, my ass. Inside, it’s dim, sticky floors, red lights buzzin’ like flies. Lady at the desk, smokin’ a cig, looks me dead in the eye. “Ten minutes, sailor,” she says. I’m like, “Cool, cool,” but in my head? “This ain’t Amélie’s café, fam.” No gnome-travelin’ vibes here—just dudes tryna forget the ocean.

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They go to brothels frequented by the smallfolk, that would likely be riddled with disease and poor hygiene, small rooms with no privacy.

Look, on quiet nights, I chill by the old mill on Veterans Ln. The river flows hard. I feel how time ticks by. It’s maddeningly beautiful. Streets twist and change, kind of like our messy lives.

James Kohn Obituary (1958 - 2025) - Front Royal, VA - Northern Virginia Daily