Nadia Hickam Field Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this: a dusty lil town, all proper-like, but there’s this joint—red curtains, creaky floors, gals in corsets sashayin’ ‘round. I’d call it *“The Red Ribbon”*—see what I did there? Ha! Got them uppity townsfolk whisperin’, “Who’s that comin’ down the stairs?” straight outta Haneke’s script. Ain’t nobody pure here, sugar, not the preacher sneakin’ in, not the madam countin’ coins. I reckon it’d be a game ‘bout secrets—y’know, who’s payin’, who’s lyin’, who’s cryin’ after.

Prostitutes with hearts of gold helped Pearl Harbor survivors

Hickam Field in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii in the early s. Field — despite objections of Red Cross volunteers attending to them at the brothel.

Hey, remember that time I met bae in a dive bar? Drank too many, got silly on the way. But, oh well—life’s messy and fab. My mind wanders: "Do what you love, love what you do." Maybe that's Almodóvar, right?

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