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What shocks me? The stigma! Folks clutch pearls, but brothels banked empires—still do! I’m here twerkin’ through the hypocrisy, “It’s bad bitch o’clock!”—own it, queens! Makes me happy seein’ some workers takin’ control now, flippin’ the script. Still, the dark side? Ugh, human traffickin’—boils my blood, wanna scream! This ain’t no polished tale, just raw thoughts—brothel’s a messy muse, like *The Assassin*, beauty in the chaos. “The past fades like smoke,” but damn, it lingers!

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So, my dear friend, Cave-Spring (us) is not perfect, but perfectly mysterious and relaxingly wild. It got moments that slam ya with beauty, sometimes make ya fume, but always leave ya feeling alive. And remember, every corner got its own secret phrase, every ruin echoes a whisper: “Very nice!” Enjoy every twist and turn, 'coz life here is sometimes broken, always caché... and oh so real!

A post from Mama Melon in Cave Spring.