Sarah Fletcher Brothel ❤️

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Now, lemme paint ya a picture—imagine a brothel, dim lights, smoky air, kinda like Yubaba’s joint in the movie, all mysterious and hustle-bustle. Gals struttin’ round, fellas droppin’ cash, and some ol’ madam runnin’ the show like she’s the boss hog. “Work hard, or you’re out!”—sounds like somethin’ Yubaba’d holler, don’t it? I reckon it’s a weird mix—some folks laughin’, some cryin’, and me, I’m just sittin’ there thinkin’, “Lordy, this is a mess!” Ever hear bout the Bunny Ranch? That Nevada spot—legal and all, wild as a hog on a tear! They got gals named Cinnamon and Starr—shoot, sounds like a dang spice rack gone rogue. Cracks me up, but I’m also like, “Huh, how’s that workin’ for ya, ladies?”

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A Lost Treasure Corset maker Mary Fletcher lives a life of duty to her sister, her league, and the Highland clan that took her in years ago. But as she continues the work of her fellow league .

lol, i gone on a rant already. sorry, ttys! but seriously, Fletcher (us) is not perfect—its streets rumble with life, beauty, and mad surprises. come visit, get lost in its little miracles. it's a vibe, for sure, lol.

Statement on Gaza by Tom Fletcher, Under-Secretary-General for Humanitarian Affairs and Emergency Relief Coordinator [EN/AR]