Gianna Rodeo Brothel ❤️

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Little known fact—Victorian brothels had secret codes. Knock twice, whisper “lilac,” and you’re in. Sneaky bastards! Adds some spice, don’t it? Imaginin’ all that hushed-up lust—kinda sexy, kinda sad. I’m ramblin now, brain’s spinnin like a top. Brothels are a damn mess, y’all—part tragedy, part circus. How’s that workin’ for ya? Me, I’m still figurin it out, sippin my coffee, watchin the world burn slow like in that damn movie. Whatcha think?

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And speakin’ of thoughts – can ya believe the odd street name “Foster Ln”? It’s as if every poem out there was named by a psychologist! Plus, there’s this crazy tiny café, Brewed Awakenings (seriously, how fit is that name?), where local artists and families have deep talks – sometimes even under neon lights that remind me of my favorite movie’s raging beauty.

Where Rhinestones Meet the Rodeo