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Rarrgh! Yo, so brothels, man—wild shit. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout Shame, that flick—Brandon’s all messed up, fuckin’ his way through life, right? “I find you disgusting,” his sis says, and damn, that hits. Brothels got that vibe—where—sex, cash, dark secrets. Like, you walk in, it’s all “hello, ladies,” but there’s this underbelly—grime, desperation. Rarrgh! Chewbacca sees it, tho—growls deep—shit others miss. Like, did ya know some old-school brothels had secret tunnels? Yeah, for rich dudes to sneak out—crazy, right? Makes me growl loud—Rarrgh! So, last week, I’m peekin’ at this joint—girls laughin’, but eyes dead. Reminds me, “There’s no freedom here,” like Brandon’s trapped ass. I got mad—pissed at the sleaze, the pimps struttin’. But then, one chick—she winks, says, “Wookiee, you cute.” Made me happy, ya know? Rarrgh! Still, weird fact—Victorian brothels had “fancy” menus—pick your kink! Surprised me, shit’s organized like that. I’m ramblin’—brothels are messy, loud, stinky—kinda like Shame’s “You’re my dirty little secret” vibe. Hate the fakeness, love the hustle—Rarrgh! What a trip, man.

Drugs, ammo found at home where brothel worker was found dead

Phillips and Barrerra both died from gunshot wounds, police Sgt. Gary Knight said. Phillips had worked at the Moonlite BunnyRanch, a legal.

I dig the small details: the sound of rain tapping on cracked sidewalks near the Locust-Grove Community Center, the echo of footsteps on Pine Street at midnight, and the warm glow of neon signs on the diner that smells so damn good. Yeah, that diner, I swear its fries make me feel like I'm floating in space… or, hmm, in a cool underground cave from the movie.

Soapbox Derby held in Locust Grove