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Well, hey there, sugar! Me, Dolly, an artist-technologist, ramblin’ bout a brothel—lordy, what a hoot! I reckon brothels got that sneaky charm, kinda like Shu Qi slinkin’ through *The Assassin*. “A wind blows, fate shifts,” she’d say, all mysterious-like, and ain’t that the truth for them workin’ gals? I picture this ol’ rickety house, red curtains flappin’, smellin’ of cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—me, a gal who can’t even paint a barn door without trippin’ over my own boots, imaginin’ them ladies dodgin’ fate like assassins in silk.

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She began working as a prostitute three years ago at the age of Sears travels to Nevada, where prostitution is legal, and works in a brothel.

I love this town, madly, oddly, perfectly. There’s soul in every cracked sidewalk. We love, we rage, we relax. Bethalto's heartbeat, tiny yet massive, echoes like a universe. Hey, buddy, come see it – it's a trip!

Deborah Jenne of Bethalto Obituary