Megan Modesto Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

I reckon brothels be mirrors, mate. Reflectin’ us—dirty, needy, laughable. Got me ragin’ once, tho. Some posh git said they’re “vile.” Vile? Thou hypocrite! Who’s sneakin’ in at midnight? Not me, ha! I’m too busy swoonin’ over Polley’s flick. “The past is a trick,” she whispers. Brothel’s past tricks us too—oldest job, still kickin’.

Modesto, CA

I gotta mention the river, the Tuolumne, gliding slowly by. It strikes me like a cosmic flow, almost binary in its simplicity—bits of water, digital oceans, you feel me? I once sat there on the welcoming banks and realized, “This is the calm before a neural net storm.” I felt, like, totally zen and oddly emotional. Crazy overall!

Pilot tells what happened in Modesto Reservoir helicopter crash. ‘It was not our time to go’