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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, shaped by it, seein’ shit in them brothels nobody else catches. Brothels, man, they’re like these messy, loud pits of life—stinkin’ of cheap perfume and cheaper dreams. Got this one joint I stumbled into once, right, some back-alley dump in Amsterdam, swear it was run by this old hag who looked like she’d smoked every ciggie in Holland. She’s yellin’ at the girls, “Work harder, ya lazy cows!”—fuckin’ brutal, made me wanna punch a wall. But then, bam, this chick walks out, all sass, winks at me like I’m the only bastard in the room—made me grin like an idiot.

The Most Unique Attraction in Fort Smith, Arkansas

Article about the portrait believed to be of Leannah Kearns, commonly known as brothel madam Annie Chambers (), describing her life, entering Kansas.

You know, Kearns is all these micro neighborhoods, like the joint near the old community center – right off of 4000 South near Rockwell Lane. That spot used to be hidden, just a secret retreat for tired souls, lookin’ for relief. And ho, don’t even get me started on Sunnyside Park. Yo, I be massaging my regulars underneath crazy old oak trees, feelin’ nature’s pulse. Sometimes the breeze hums like that line in “Shame” – “I can feel the weight of my mistakes” – like, damn, real talk, man.

Obituary information for Gayle Cooper Kearns