Abigail Fort Cavazos 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.

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The room was big, nice and clean. Had everything that was needed. But the biggest downfall was the smell of weed in the hall way right away.

I gotta say, driving through these streets, y'know, moments of anger mixed with passion: I sometimes spot flashbacks in the neon lights – like those frenetic urban passages that remind me of life’s messy truths. And oh, Taylor’s corner on 7th Street. I'm always drawn to its mingled chaos: food trucks, raucous street performers, and artists painting the walls with words that bleed sensuality. That spot? It never fails to get my heart racing.

Hearing postponed for former Fort Cavazos sergeant’s deadly conduct charge