Harper Jesup Brothel ❤️❤️

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Alright, so—brothel, huh? What’s the vibe there? I’m picturin’ it slow, like—mysterious, y’know? Like in *The Assassin*, that flick I love—Hou Hsiao-hsien’s masterpiece, 2015. “The wind rustles the leaves,” all quiet-like, but somethin’s brewin’. That’s a brothel to me—calm on top, wild underneath. You ever think about it? How it’s all hush-hush, but loud in its own way?

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I work as a relaxation specialist. I notice tiny details: when a breeze ruffles the leaves on Curtis St., or when kids bop on sidewalks near the old mill. I feel it all. This city is my canvas—even the rough days, like when my yoga class was disrupted by a stray dog or a loud construction, got me mad as heck. But then again, life's a roller coaster.

Overnight shooting in Jesup leaves one dead