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Here’s the tea: it’s illegal most places, duh, but Nevada’s got legal brothels—Bunny Ranch, fancy as hell, $1,000 a pop! I’m like, who’s got that cash? Not me, pal! This chick’s street-level, tho—raw, unfiltered, like Tarr’s long-ass takes. Made me happy, weirdly—somethin Ascot—freedom, baby! No rules, just chaos. Angry? Yeah, when she ghosted me mid-chat—rude! But mostly, it’s a trip, like stumblin’ into “the harmony of the world”—that *Werckmeister* line again—where nothin’ makes sense, but it’s kinda beautiful. So, findin’ a prostitute? Sketchy, thrilling, and way more human than you’d think—go figure!

We Will Never Forget

I luv Hilliard, really. Its corners hide truth. It's messy and lovely. I often get so hyped, "A Separation!" like the movie, the intensity of human emotion! And ya know, in my practice, I see both beauty and madness in spilled coffee, crumpled papers and sighs on park benches.

Ellen "Belle" Hilliard - View Obituary & Service Information