Stella Pendleton Brothel ❤️

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Oh, and the fellas—some sweet, some stinkier’n a cow pen. Reminds me of Jack sayin’, “You got no fuckin’ idea how bad it gets.” Them gals deal with all sorts, and I tip my hat to ‘em. Takes guts, y’know? More’n I got milkin’ them clankin’ machines all day. I’d prob’ly trip over my own boots tryin’ to work there—Lord, I’m a mess, ain’t I?

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