Nova Draper Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m pokin’ round some shady joint, detective hat on crooked, probly glittery ‘cause it’s me. Brothels ain’t all glitz and glamour, honey. Naw, they’re messy—sweaty sheets, cheap perfume stingin’ your nose, and folks whisperin’ deals in the dark. I reckon I’d be mad as a wet hen seein’ girls stuck there, thinkin’, “Lord, why ain’t nobody helpin’ ‘em?” Makes me wanna holler, “You’re not alone!”—straight outta that movie, y’know? Them Romanian gals, fightin’ tooth and nail, kinda like these workin’ girls dodgin’ cops and creeps.

Adam Whitman

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Oh, and I can’t forget, precious... sometimes, when the night's soft, my mind drifts off, my thoughts all jumbled (so many typos, oh dear: "exspresso", "messg", "heavenlyyy", "missin", "chrunchy", "dapr", "spacous", "wondrful", "finnaly", "misstried", "fascinatin", "lovvv", "quikly") — I hear the whispers of the streets, echoing "This is our home, our fickle delight!" Hsss.

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