Eliza Merrick Brothel ❤️

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I’m talkin’ to this dude there, bouncer type, big-ass scar on his face. He’s like, “Man, these girls choose this!” and I’m like, “Motherfucker, CHOICE? Some of ‘em got no damn options!” That shit burns me up—makes me wanna scream like I’m Jules in *Pulp Fiction*. But then, this other chick—she’s laughin’, countin’ cash, happy as fuck. Surprised me, yo—she’s runnin’ her game, ownin’ it. “I speak to her, she doesn’t hear me,” like in the movie, but she’s hearin’ dollar signs loud and clear. Gotta respect the hustle, right?

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Triple M Breakfast with Beau and Woodsy. How Did Merrick End Up In A Brothel As A Child? & Why Are we spending Million Dollars On Panda Breading?

I keep runnin’ around town on days off, checkin’ out little spots. I love the insane bright mural by Riverside Walk. It's got quotes from life, love, and that cheesy movie vibe (“In the Mood for Love”, remember?) but spiced up with some flavor of Merrick!

Brett D. Merrick