Nora Linstead Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, how you doin’? So, brothel, man—wild topic, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like an animation artist, y’know? Gotta sketch them curves, them vibes. Brothel’s this crazy place, all shady and loud, kinda like a cartoon gone rogue. Reminds me of “The Tree of Life”—yep, my fave flick. That line, “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?” hits me. Makes me wonder, who’s runnin’ this joint? God? Nah, prolly some greasy dude named Tony.

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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.

Finally, I catch my bus, and I’m thinkin’ about the day. It was wild, emotional, and full of surprises. Linstead, man. You never know what you’re gonna get. I get home, kick off my shoes, and just crash. What a day!

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