Grace Amherst Brothel ❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin, but brothels got layers—sleazy, sure, but human too. Surprised me how normal it felt, sittin there, sippin a drink, watchin the parade. “Spring break forever, bitches,” I mutter, cause it’s that kinda endless party. Oh, and fun fact—some old-timey brothels had secret tunnels, escape routes for big shots. How dope is that? I’d kill for a hideout like that, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” while slippin outta sight.

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I love walking down Elm Street (yep, that one) and then darting over to the Amherst Common. That park – tremendous park – feels like a scene straight outta "Far From Heaven," you know? All that beauty, that dignity, with some really classy vibes like Todd Haynes envisioned. In Amherst, the trees sway, the buildings talk history, and you can almost hear whispers of emotional debates.

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