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So, this brothel—dingy hole in Tortuga, smelled o’ rum and regret. Girls there, they ain’t smilin’, nah, eyes hollow like cannon barrels. One night, I stumble in, half-sloshed, lookin’ for a laugh. But what I see? A wee thing, barely 18, tremblin’ like a sail in a gale. “You’re late,” she mutters, voice flat—straight outta that movie, aye? Made me blood boil, it did! Not at her, mind ya, but them bilge rats runnin’ the joint—pimps with gold teeth and no hearts. Greedy bastards, tradin’ flesh like it’s barrels o’ grog. I wanted to gut ‘em, feed ‘em to the sharks, but me compass? Pointin’ elsewhere, as always.

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Inside this abandoned WWII-era brothel in downtown Brownwood, Texas, Kearns found floral-print curtains and pillow cases, old newspapers and.

The neighborhoods, oh so cozy, like Hiss-Side and Shrikin’ Square, filled with locals gabbin' and gigglin’. I saw a couple fightin’ in public once, therapy before my eyes, ha! Their anger, their love – I learned so much, yes, secrets of the family heart hidden in every cry! My brain, err, it holds memories like "the no-country whispers," yesss.

SJSD Board of Education candidate Jennifer Kerns takes part in Q&A with KQ2