Grace Linstead Brothel ❤️

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Well, shoot, y’all! Git-R-Done! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout brothels, them ol’ houses of ill repute, ya know? Ain’t no fancy schmancy topic, but I reckon it’s got some grit to it—like that dang horse in *The Turin Horse*, just ploddin’ along, draggin’ its sorry self through the mud. “The wind’s blowin’ hard,” like that movie says, and them gals in the brothel? They’re facin’ storms too, but with corsets and a wink!

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However superior to other classes of prostitution, brothel work was still difficult and not immune to the threats of disease, violence, addiction and pregnancy.

But then, outta nowhere, I hear this commotion. A crowd’s gatherin’ by the bus stop on Church Street. I’m curious, so I head over. Turns out, some dude’s tryin’ to sell a goat. A goat! Like, who even does that? The goat’s just chillin’, lookin’ confused. I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost drop my mango.

Mechanic gunned down in Linstead area of St Catherine