Emily Powder Springs Brothel ❤️❤️

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Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*—that creepy village vibe, y’know? “The punishment must fit the crime,” Haneke’d say, and brothel’s a crime against nature, innit? Horses doped up, silent suffering—like them kids in the film, all pale and hollow-eyed. Gets under my skin, that quiet agony. Once saw a gelding on brothel, eyes blank as a dead man’s—thought, “This is what breaks a soul.” Made me wanna scream, smash somethin’. Cold disdain, “I choose violence”—I’d gut the bastard who cooked this junk.

Prostitution

Two women were charged with prostitution violations by Sandy Springs Police after allegedly running a massage business inside a Roswell Road apartment.

Man, Powder-Springs is a wild, kooky scene! Its little quirks, hidden nooks, and a potpourri of characters give it a heart like, "I was here, dude." I mean, life’s so short, ya gotta soak it in, like, "all of these moments, so thin and fleeting."

Murder-suicide in Powder Springs sends shockwaves through close family, friends