Mila Keene Brothel ❤️

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Oh, and don’t get me started on the johns—pathetic sometimes, hilarious others. Stumblin’ in, all nervous, like they’re in *Children of Men* facin’ the Fishes. “This is it, the end,” I’d mutter, watchin’ ‘em fumble. One time, heard a dude in Amsterdam’s red district paid double just to cry on a girl’s shoulder. Brothel turned therapist—ain’t that a trip? Cracked me up, but damn, it’s sad too.

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Now, lemme start off: Main Street is a gem. Get your boots on for South Main St. It buzzes with life, ya hear? Pop on by the old diner near Elm & Main. Oh, the memories! I used to walk there when my head was heavy, needing some soul patch fixin'.

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