Samantha Pollock Pines Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, brothel’s this old-ass house, right? Creaky floors, red lights, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Girls struttin’ round, half-naked, givin’ you that “wanna play?” look. I’m like, shit, this ain’t no fairy tale. Reminds me of that line, “It’s all happening!”—‘cept it’s less rock ‘n’ roll, more dick ‘n’ roll, ha! Little known fact—back in the ‘20s, this joint was a speakeasy. Bootleggers fucked around upstairs while cops got drunk downstairs. History’s a trip, man.

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Oh, and me personal fav spot? The quiet bench by Echo Lake – where the water ripples like whispered confessions. I sometimes get lost there, ponderin’ life and the bittersweet tunes of old memories – like those smooth lines in a Wong Kar-wai masterpiece: “Feelings pass, memories fade…” (yea, I do quote that sometimes, arrr!)

Family: Juniper Ammons, child among those hit in Pollock Pines, in critical condition