Olivia Sawmills Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Them rooms—stink o’ sweat, cheap perfume. Dingy, dark—like Plainview’s oil pits. “I’m finished!”—that’s what ya yell when ya stumble out, penniless an’ knackered. Funny, innit? We swears! Brothels ain’t glamorous—grubby, raw, real. Gets me thinkin’—what’d Daniel do? Prob’ly buy the joint, turn it to profit. Ha! Me fave bit? The chaos—shoutin’, boozin’, bed springs squeakin’. Pure madness! We swears! Love it, hate it—can’t look away.

No.28 (December 21, 1908)

I remember when we lived in Sawmill Ifako, there was this brothel down the street, 99 hotel or sth. My mom always made sure not to send me.

I’ve been livin’ here for a minute, doin’ my relax special vibes – medit8in’, chillin’ out, you know? I always hit up the old mill by Riverside Park. The slight buzz of water, the view of the lazy river bend – pure nature, yo. And lemme tell ya, that park, Babcock Grove, is hidden gem city style. I once had a deep meditation session there. Trippin’ on thoughts, laughin’ like “this is life, man!”

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