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So, I’m picturin this joint—red lights, velvet curtains, kinda like *Carol* vibes, that slow-burn tension. “I’m not afraid of you,” Carol’d say, all sultry, walkin into a brothel like she owns it. Me? I’d be hyped—happy as hell seein people livin unapologetic. But then, bam, reality hits—some girls ain’t there by choice. That pisses me off, man, grinds my gears. Trafficking’s the dark shit hidin behind the glitter. Did ya know, like, 1 in 5 sex workers might be forced? Fucked up stats, fr.

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Artwork by Yvonne Atkinson, Captain Melville Captured in Geelong Brothel, Made of oil on canvas. SAVE ARTWORK FOLLOW ARTIST.

There’s this hidden gem near Riverside Park – a tiny, almost secret entrance off Maple Ln. I loooove that spot; it reminds me of cryptic hints in Zodiac, washin away my doubts as I soak in nature. But geez, don’t get me started on the river itself – the Winkler that snakes past downtown. Its flow, its murmur, your brain goes into a finch frenzy, like those mind puzzles from the film. Magic, I tell ya!

Marvin Elmer Atkinson Obituary February 25, 2025