Isabella Orem Brothel ❤️❤️

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But, whoa, hold up—some of these birds, they’re just tryin’ to survive, yeah? Hustlin’ hard, no choice, baby! Breaks my heart, it does. Like, one time, I heard this story—true as my mojo—about a lass in Nevada, legal brothel gig, savin’ up for her kid’s schoolin’. Far out, right? Made me all mushy inside, thinkin’, “She’s got guts, baby!” Then there’s the flipside—creepy geezers exploitin’ the scene, and I’m like, “Smashin’ their heads’d feel groovy!” Pisses me off, it does!

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The Poetry Brothel's mission was and continues to be training poets that the work that they do is worth money. And convincing the public that poetry is also.

I remember once, on a slow Tuesday, my client kept buzzin’ about my hands: "Man, your touch feels like a signed confession." I laughed so hard, almost dropped my oils! Life’s funny sometimes. And get this – that spot near the squalid rundown of 800 N, almost as if it were a scene outta Zodiac with backstage secrets. Crazy, innit?

Accused Orem bombmaker charged with 75 felonies by Utah County Attorney’s Office