Sadie Draper Brothel ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Like, literally, ohmigod, brothels are wild! So, I’m, like, this tractor driver, right? Drivin’ thru fields, thinkin’ bout life. And I’m like, “Why so serious?”—total Dark Knight vibes. Brothels tho, they’re, like, this secret world. I heard this one story—total tea—some old brothel in Nevada? Used to be a saloon! Cowboys would roll in, all dusty, lookin’ for fun. Like, can you imagine? Probs smelled like cows and whiskey.

Screen Rant

I remembers. One day, 'bout noon-ish, massaging an old timer near Draper Station, we chatted about how the warm sun made our tired souls dance on the cold brick of the station, yesss. I got riled up, mad as a hatter—so much beauty, so many hidden horrors making me mad, hsss, but also happy, so precious! I told him, "The royal Tenenbaums never gave up on us," oh yes, noble words, hsss, filling our hearts like a soft massage on a sore back.

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