Cora Murfreesboro Brothel ❤️

About Phoenix

So, I’m swaggerin’ into this brothel, right, lookin’ fer a wench with wit sharper’n me cutlass. Air’s thick with perfume—cheap stuff, burns yer nose like bad grog. Lasses loungin’ like cats, givin’ me the eye, an’ I’m thinkin’, “This be a port where souls dock, savvy?” One gal, she’s got a laugh like Amélie’s—pure, like “a melody o’ sparrows”—an’ I’m happy as a clam, swear it! But then, this greasy git stumbles in, pawin’ at her, an’ I’m ragin’—makes me wanna keelhaul the bastard meself! Ain’t right, I tell ye.

Closing the doors on Northland’s ‘ethical’ brothel

Once a lively brothel in the city's rowdy red-light district, this beautifully restored landmark brings history to life. Step inside and uncover the fascinating.

There’s also that weird little park behind the high school – I mean, it’s not much, but it's got this vibe that’s equal parts chaos and calm. I sometimes chill there to scribble down my thoughts. Think about it: even mundane benches become an arena for inner battles. I once saw a kid drawing absurd doodles - reminds me, in a funny way, of how therapy sessions get surreal sometimes.

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