Julia Mathis Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout brothel, that filthy word slippin’ off the tongue like cheap whiskey. I ain’t talkin’ some classy joint, nah, this is raw, gritty, like “Spring Breakers” vibes—girls in neon bikinis, chaos brewin’, cash flowin’ like dirty water. Brothel’s a beast, a livin’ thing, y’know? Sucks ya in, spits ya out—kinda like me with a nice chianti, heh.

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I remember hearing him when he was very young (so was I) at a club on Pine St. in S.F., called The Fallen Angel. (a former Brothel.).

I hang near the Litton Park, yup. It's small but effin’ charming. We got that mini river, the Gloam, flowin’ by. I sit there, thinkin’ ‘bout Moolaadé lines “Courage... Rarrgh!” – yeah, that hit me deep. Totally moves my soul.

Martin Miles Mathis